Call Me Nancy Drew…

A brown Christmas and spring-like temperatures – what in the world is going on here?  Somehow, the Fargo area seems to be sitting in a relative weather bubble – and folks are enjoying (or lamenting – depending on who you are) weather that is very un-Fargo like for this time of year.  The risk of a spring flood is very low thus far (only 11% last I heard) and the area snow plow drivers have been getting full nights of sleep…are we in an alternate universe?

I know the whole situation is terribly puzzling.  I want you to know that I have been trying to use my incredible powers of deduction, coupled with the data available, to unlock this mystery.  After considerable sleuthing I have arrived at what I believe is at the crux of this current pattern of seemingly odd weather patterns…and yes, I am going to share it with you now.  Here it is – this year I purchased a snow blower…my first…all bright and shiny…and I have a man around who actually enjoys the activity of snow blowing…hence, the universe is mocking me by providing a snowless existence.  All the other years I have lived here in West Fargo my salvation from many feet of snow has been a function of the kindness of neighbors and family members who have taken pity on my woefully unequipped self. Yet this year, the year I have the right equipment and the right manpower to address the snow challenges that have been visited upon my home in the past, I get nothing. 

Coincidence?  I think not. 

This is the universe mocking me – giving me the finger for my Johnny-come-lately arrival at the “Hello!!!! You are wintering in Fargo!!” party. 

Well, FINE.  I get it – the mystery is solved.  I’ll just take back the snow blower and the area will get a foot or two of snow next week.  Far be it for me to be the reason a proper winter never arrived.

I have taken note of this though and I plan to use the universe’s penchant toward pettiness in more creative ways in the future.  I will be stockpiling mosquito netting, DEET products, zappers, sprayers, etc. like a madwoman in the spring.  I’ll spend hundreds of dollars in advance in prepartaion for the onslaught of mosquito season – I’ll be ready in a way that I have never been in the past.  What do you think of that universe??!!  What are you going to do?  Will you mock me by having a mosquito free summer?  WHATEVER!  Do what ya’ gotta’ do…I’ve got this mystery figured out.

Day nine hundred and three of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

6 Responses

  1. Stan

    I plan on riding my motorcycle about half an hour on Sunday. Then I only need February to have rode every month for a year.

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  3. David Swanson

    I live in AZ, “dry AZ”; whenever I need to water the flora I merely wash the car…works every time.

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