Apr 20, 2011
How about if I beg?
Oh how I long to open the windows and let some fresh air into the house. Our climate confused planet is not cooperating though. Winter just won't let go. It's been cold, rainy and we even had snow a few days ago. An inch or so that lasted about four hours until the dreary wet rain washed it away. This is freaking ridiculous already. I remember Easter egg hunts in the snow but they were always in March, not April. I should be wearing flip flops by now..... well, maybe not. Though certainly sweaters should be replacing coats and hats by now. No end in sight. This cold rainy weather is supposed to linger for at least the next five days.
I want to go to the German Park and drink beer from buckets, eat bratwurst and spaetzle. I want to play cards while lederhosen and dirndl clad teenagers clop around under the pavilion as accordions play polkas over the loudspeaker. I want to watch old German ladies dance on the picnic tables as they slosh their beers around to the beat. I want to see some German beer hall fights that I promise to do my best to stay out of.
I want to go to the dog park and find some young kid that is fascinated by Mario's frisbee skills, throwing it over and over again for him. Finally giving up in exhaustion. That dog will keep on going as long as there are frisbees to catch. I want to watch Leo the pekingnese bark boldly at the dogs as they chase balls into the river. Demanding that they stop making such spectacles of themselves. I want to watch Chance sniff around the edges of the fence and pretend he doesn't hear me when I call.
I want to roll the windows down while I'm driving and turn the radio up really loud. Nobody can hear you singing along if the music is loud enough. I can't even hear myself. I want to acquire that deep dark left arm tan from hanging it out the window. I want to smell the rain as it first hits the hot, dry pavement. I want goosebumps form the air conditioner instead of these record breaking cold temperatures.
I want to go golfing. To ride around in the cart with both legs propped up on the dash, stubby little white socks poking out of my golf shoes. Hanging onto the roof for dear life as my husbands zips around the course. I want to get a hot dog at the turn. I want to lose track of how many shots I've made and settle for a reasonable number to put on the score card.
I want to lay in bed at night and hear the crickets chirping. Listen to the planes as they pass overhead. I want to wake to the birds singing in my window. I don't care how early they start. Especially the one that sounds like the Muppets' Swedish Chef....... verdy, verdy, verdy...... I have to add the bork, bork, bork myself. The Swedish bird doesn't sing that part.
It's not too much to ask for. Isn't anybody listening?. I want summer damn it! I want it now. I'll settle for spring, please.