Big decision time. Itâ€™s almost spring. Spring is a chancy time. Â So the decision Iâ€™ve got to make is should I take a chance and put the snow shovel away, or should I play it safe and just leave it outside my front doorâ€¦just in case. It looked a little out of place during a couple of nice warm days weâ€™ve had lately. It belongs in the shed over at the other end of the yard. But the problem isâ€¦it could snow againâ€¦and you need to shovel the snow off the porch, if you want to get to the shed. So it seems safer to just leave it there a while longer.
The Christmas lights are still up out front too. I guess I should take them down this weekend. But thereâ€™s something kind of comforting about Christmas lights. We keep the red and green ones on the back deck all year long. I donâ€™t know why, but in the back of my headâ€¦red and green Christmas lights in August make a deck look like a bar. And I donâ€™t know why I like thatâ€¦because Iâ€™m not a big bar guy.
Maybe itâ€™s because of what Big Louie, his own bad self, the Chief Mustard Cutter of the Louie-Louie generation claims. He says, â€œred lights are a Louie-Louie Generation Guyâ€™s wrinkle erasers.â€ And Iâ€™ve found out thatâ€™s true. Red lights zap your wrinkles. Good things can happen as long as you have some red lights in strategic placesâ€¦like on your back deck on an August nightâ€¦or in your bathroom when you have a nice bigâ€¦still warm out of the drier bath towel thatâ€™s big enough for twoâ€¦and someone to share it withâ€¦or best of allâ€¦in your bedroom any nightâ€¦assuming you still have some moveable parts.
Louie-Louie Generation people are often mis-understood. Our Â main concern is notâ€¦as many of theÂ Pimple People seem to think…Â running out of poly grip at a bagel eating contest. Our vital juices have not all turned to prune. In fact, we look forward with great enthusiasm to a disorderly, vigorous, and slightly disreputable aging process. We are no longer young enough to know everything. But we are old enough to knowâ€¦a thing or two.Â
And one thing we know is that Spring is a chancy time. Big Louieâ€¦ his own bad selfâ€¦is generally in favor of taking some chances. He says, â€œThe only pitch youâ€™ll be sure you wonâ€™t hit, is one you donâ€™t swing at.â€ Of courseâ€¦sometimes you can get hit by a pitchâ€¦especially when the spring weather turns bad. Thatâ€™s what happened to the pilot in this story calledâ€¦â€Just Enoughâ€ Itâ€™s from the Personal Audio CD called Night Connections 2. And itâ€™s in the current podcast at www.dicksummer.comÂ Â
The woman in the story sounds like a good lady. Maybe itâ€™s better the way it turned out. No memories of fightsâ€¦or dirty laundryâ€¦or the kind of hurts only kids can give you. All her lifeâ€¦there will be just that one magic nightâ€¦when the both of them were young.
Dickâ€™s Details Quizâ€¦all the answers are in the current podcast at www.dicksummer.com
1- Why to some people think you should take a pine cone to dinner and a show ?
2- Whatâ€™s the social price to pay for having a slim waist ?
3- Where did we get the idea of listening to a blue tooth ?
Dickâ€™s Details. They take your mind off your mind.
And itâ€™s about time we got our minds off our mindsâ€¦at least for a little while.Â Nobody is smiling these days. Not even the people who live in your tv.Â And thereâ€™s reason for that of course. But enough is enough.
The calendar says springâ€™s coming. That means weâ€™re going to get another shot. Baseball has begun. My Lady Wonder Wench and I will go to see the Mets spring training down in Port St. Lucie in a few weeks. Weâ€™ve got seats right behind home plate. A friend let me fly his open cockpit Stearman biplane for a few minutesâ€¦white silk scarf, goggles and all.
Heyâ€¦thereâ€™s good stuff out thereâ€¦like the look my buddy Alâ€™s dog Jake gives you when he realizes that you may be just faking it when you pretend to throw the ball for him. He just comes over and offers you a paw, and tries to lick your face.Â
Thereâ€™s good stuff out thereâ€¦if you just look for it. Proud podcast participant Steve Crowley sent me a note that says: “Although the tree outside my apartment is still as bare as it was when we had a rare Vegas Valley snowstorm the week before Christmas, the community of sparrows that perch there through most of the year returned Monday. I counted 19 on the branches… with two cats eyeing the situation from 35 feet below, conceding the pounce distance to getaway time ratio wasn’t in their favor. Not Spring yet, but close.”
Thereâ€™s good stuff out there. But weâ€™ve got to start looking for it or weâ€™ll miss it. And what a terrible waste that would be. The calendar says Spring is coming. Here comes the sun. In no time youâ€™ll walk past a lake and hear water slopping along the bottom of a row boatâ€¦seeds will be sproutingâ€¦eggs will be hatchingâ€¦there will be new baby horsesâ€¦and the ladies will swap their winter coats for sweaters.
Spring doesnâ€™t really come when you get to a particular number on a calendar. Spring comes when you take a chance, and let yourself feel like itâ€™s Spring. Times are tough. And spring is always chancy. But Big Louie his own bad self has always been in favor of swinging at pitches instead of just watching them go past and hoping for the best.
Soâ€¦itâ€™s decision time. Iâ€™m going to toss that snow shovel into the shed tomorrow.
Because Spring is always chancy. But if it snows againâ€¦and the weather guys say it certainly will…Â hey â€¦Iâ€™ve got some old wood to burn, some old wine to drink, and some old friends to drink it with, Iâ€™ve also got my Lady Wonder Wenchâ€¦and some strategically placed red lightsâ€¦and I even have a few moveable parts left.