Happy Friday! Happy Spring!! Congratulations, you have survived the winter of 2017-2018, or at least you thought it was over.
It seems as though Old Man Winter will vent his wrath once more this weekend which makes it a good time to dust off one of the more “classical” Friday Funnies. Stay warm and stay safe this weekend. Spring will come soon, you have my word.
An ODE TO OLD MAN WINTER
(with an apology to William Shakespeare)
This hath surely been a winter of discontent,
Old Man Winter hath chilled us ‘till we have turned blue,
He hath sleeted on us time and time again,
He hath made us sore from fortnight after fortnight of shoveling,
He hath iced our walks ‘till we have fallen down yonder slippery slope,
And he has wronged us time and time again!
What’s in a name? That which we call winter by any other name would feel just as cold.
To thaw or not to thaw: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis Nobler in the mind and body to suffer
The wind chills and snow storms of an outrageous winter,
Or to take up plow and salt against this season of troubles?
Frost-bitten Friends, Raw Romans, chilled countrymen, lend me your ear muffs;
I come to bury Old Man Winter, not to praise him.
The wrath of winter often lingers on;
The good is oft forgotten;
So let it be with Old Man Winter.
The Nobel Weatherman hath told you Old Man Winter was historic:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Old Man Winter answer’d it.
He was hardly my friend, not to me nor to any of you:
But yon Weatherman says he was historic;
And yon Weatherman is an honorable man.
Some winters are great, some winters achieve greatness, and some winters are just a royal pain.
One touch of Old Man Winter makes the whole world cold.
You all did welcome him once, but he wore out said welcome:
You all do know this mantle: I remember
The first time ever Old Man Winter put it on;
‘Twas on a late fall’s evening, in his tent,
That day he overcame the Winter Solstice:
Look, in this place ran El Nino’s dagger through:
See what a rent the envious Polar Vortex made:
Through this the much-anticipated Warm Front stabbed;
And as he plucked his cursed steel away,
Which all the while ran melting snow, great Old Man Winter fell.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us sunk down in the slush,
Here was a Winter! When comes such another?
Now let it work. Spring, thou art afoot,
Take thou what course thou wilt!
Thought for the Week
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. ~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations