Please read this...Sunshine almost makes Monday bearable
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<p class="p1">Monday morning. The sun is shining brightly in a bright blue mid-January sky. Almost makes one glad that it's Monday. Not really.</p><p class="p1">Allow me to share a few thoughts on a couple of highlights from an exciting weekend, and maybe some other stuff. . .</p><p class="p1">. . .can't wait to see the first crocus. . .</p><p class="p1">. . .Sunday was another bright and sunny day in our neck of the woods. The weather was nice enough that I actually was able to sit outside on the front porch and read a book, at least for a little while. </p><p class="p1">Sure, it wasn't like the middle of summer, but it sure beat cold and snow and ice and all of that polar vortex stuff. </p><p class="p1">I even managed to go for a walk Sunday afternoon. Normally, that would not be a big deal. However, I had not been on an afternoon stroll since two days after Christmas. And that was in Lexington, Kentucky.</p><p class="p1">As you may recall, the creeping crud found its way into my life on the first day of the new year. By last weekend, I was finally starting to feel human again. So, on Sunday afternoon, I decided to try a nice, long walk. </p><p class="p1">While on my stroll, I encountered a fellow traveler on the journey through life. We shared a brief discussion about winter weather. We agreed that winter was much, much more enjoyable when we were much, much younger. </p><p class="p1">Back in the day, as young pups, we looked forward to snow days and a chance for adventures in winter wonderlands. Now, snow basically means shoveling the white stuff so you can get to your vehicle, clearing the snow off and attempting to make a safe journey from Point A to Point B. Snow? Humbug.</p><p class="p1">The sunshine and fairly mild weather last Sunday afternoon gave us a chance to forget about winter, at least for a little while. . .</p><p class="p1">. . .Saturday night, The Other Half decided that she wanted to watch a movie. We have a rather nice film library at home, so there are all sorts of choices.</p><p class="p1">She chose a classic. Well, I guess it's a classic. These days, it seems like the word "classic" is overused. If something is more than a week old, it might be considered a classic. If it's a few years old, it might as well be ancient history.</p><p class="p1">The film we watched was "Jurassic Park." We'll just go ahead and say that it's a classic. And the version we watched was even in a classic format. </p><p class="p1">You see, we watched a genuine videotape version of "Jurassic Park." Yes, folks, we still have videotapes that we watch on a real live videocassette recorder, which, at least as of last Saturday night, still works. </p><p class="p1">"Jurassic Park" is about dinosaurs and greed and experiments gone bad. Very, very bad. There are even fossils in the flick, which, in my simple little mind, makes for a good story.</p><p class="p1">As we were watching the movie, I couldn't help but think about our own fossil hunting adventures. I am ever so grateful that none of the fossils that we find have an urge to enjoy us for lunch. . .</p><p class="p1">Enough for now. Be sure to keep an eye out for a crocus. . .or two. . .or three. . .</p><p class="p2"> </p>