Greetings to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.
And just last Sunday when I said here comes summer, whata we get but the biggest snow storm in a long, long time. And ya know what, I knew the big snow was coming and still said here comes summer. ‘Cause it’s the time of the year to say here come summer, no matter what comes our way, here comes summer. The temperature today was 60° at the EastWing. And I spent 12 hours within the confines of RHCO INC. Ah but wait till the ides of April, then BobbyRay goes out to play in the sunshine.
Up until last Tuesday the most snow at the EastWing this year was just under 1 ½ ” as the temperature held steady at 32.5°. Just a hair over the freezing, and even the little hair part of the temperature, that .5° over freezing meant the snow was still melting. Not fast melting, but melting never the less. And then it happened, a temperature drop of 0 .8° and the serious business of snow storming began in earnest. The ideal conditions had come together that 5th day of the month of the War God, Mars, to make a snow for the record books.
And so it was that Tuesday afternoon, as the shades of darkness embraced the EastWing, my world became a winter wonder land. The dreams of a White Christmas materialized before my very eyes. The lack of wind made watching the snow accumulate that much more fun. Snow piled up on everything that didn’t move. Outside the EastWing glass nothing moved, except the snow, falling straight down and piling up on everything it touched. White magic fluff from the sky.
Many things ya paid a never mind, the day before, became works of art in the middle of the snow storm. The EastWing Maples, without leaves, morphed into abstract sculptures of bark and snow. A 30’ pine tree became a White Flocked Christmas Tree, three months late. Yet just as beautiful as it would surely have been on Christmas Eve. Bottom branches of the massive pine tree, bearing so much weight of the heavy snow that the tips come within 3’ of the grass, while still attached to the tree trunk 10’ off the ground.
Then occasionally when the snow got too heavy, and the effects of gravity pulled too hard against the snow, the white magic slides off as if the tree itself is shaking the snow from the branches. And the tree says “Enough of this crap, get off my branches”. And I didn’t even know trees could talk. But I’m not surprised ‘cause I believe everything can talk. It’s sad to think that we, as people, can’t hear all the voices of everything. Surly there’s lessons to be learned from listing to the voice of everything. Trees are just one small example of things that can talk.
And I didn’t even talk about the green, green grass of home, or for that matter, the beautiful Monarch Butterflies. Now we all know the Monarchs have a story to tell. Being world travels’ and all. I’m sure ya know ‘bout that Capistrano party and the butterflies, or was that swallows, or was it both? Did the birds get most of the press because of the song? I sometimes wonder ‘bout stuff like that.
Few things in life can compare to the pleasure of being safe and warm in the EastWing and watching a snow storm in the front gardens. The only thing that comes to mind that can compare, is watching a massive thunder storm of summer in the nighttime at the EastWing. A laser light show from God, with sound effects at no extra charge. It don’t get much better than that.
To have to choose between watching a blizzard or the thunder storm at night in the EastWing, I’d have to use a technique employed by Pete in the movie “Oh Brother Where Art Thou”. When asked to choose between one or the other, Pete simply said “I’m with you fellers”. The wisdom of Pete rivals the wisdom of Delmar, in the same movie, when he looked into the eyes of a frog and uttered the immortal words, “I don’t think that’s Pete”.
A while back I was bad mouthed in the email for displaying such poor language skills. And when I happened to mention such while we were visiting in the EastWing one Sunday Evening, I was amazed how many of my friends came to my defense. Ya backed me UP against the Word Nazis. And so I got to thinking, how ‘bout that word UP.
It’s a little two letter word in the English Language that has more meanings than any other two letter word in the book, the dictionary, that is. It’s UP. Yap, UP. It’s an adjective, adverb, noun, verb, or preposition. Why it may even be a dangling participle, for all I know. And I’m not even gona even talk about dangling participles anymore, ‘cause that’s kinda gross, dangling out there and all.
Right here, I gotta admit a good friend of mine reminded of that dangling participle stuff when he came to my defense in dealing with the Word Nazis. And this guy’s a good one to come to your defense, ‘cause used to carry a gun, and it wasn’t concealed either. Was on his hip, for fast draw. But he might have been a Barney with the bullet in his shirt pocket, I’m not sue. Either way, such a good, good friend, for such a long time. And that word UP, well, UP, it’s truly a word for all season.
It’s not rocket science to understand that UP means toward the sky, and the opposite of down. But did you ever wonder why we also say in the morning we wake UP? And in the morning we start UP? At night we stay UP? And when we get sick, now you for sure know how we use UP when we’re sick and throw stuff.
At a meeting, why does a topic come UP? Why do we speak UP, and why are people UP for election. We call UP our friends, brighten UP a room, polish UP the silver, warm UP the leftovers and clean UP the kitchen. We lock UP the house when we leave. We fix UP the old car. Why, we even fix UP the old house. We can brighten UP a day. We can even brighten UP a night. In fact, we can brighten UP anything.
Sometimes this special little word makes us do things, such as when people stir UP trouble. We line UP to buy stuff, we work UP an appetite. We are especially good at thinking UP excuses. Now to be dressed is normal, but to be dressed UP is so very special. And who don’t like to dress UP? For Easter, we really dress UP. And how many times have you wanted to tell someone to shut UP?
Sometimes UP can be confusing. A drain must be opened UP because it’s stopped UP. I open UP the play ground, RHCO INC, in the morning and close UP the play ground, RHCO INC, e at the end of my day. Now if ya want to be really knowledgeable about the proper use of UP, look it UP, UP in the dictionary. If ya do, ya may find UP to have thirty or so definitions for the little magic word UP.
Now if you’re UP to it, try building UP a list of the many ways UP impacts your life. It will take UP a lot of your time, but if you don’t give UP, you may wind UP with several dozen uses of UP. Such as, when it looks like rain, we say it’s clouding UP. When the sun comes out, we say it’s clearing up. Then when it does rain, the earth soaks it UP. And when it does not rain, things dry UP, and we say it passed us UP. I could go on and on, but I’ll wrap it UP about UP. ‘Cause for this UP stuff, my time’s almost UP.
Oh . . . one more thing I almost forgot. What’s the first thing you do in the morning and the last thing you do at night?
There ya go. I’m about fed UP with this line of thought at the EastWing. So I guess it’s UP, UP and away.
Stay safe in Afghanistan.
From the EastWing, The Difference a ° Makes, Magic In The Snow, Blizzards & Thunder Storms, Pete & Delmar, What’s UP, It’s UP To You, U P, U P, UP UP And Away
I Wish You Well,
PS: Did ya notice not one time did I ever say ‘bout “UP yours”. I don’t even know what that means. But I’ve heard it a lot, all my life. I don’t think it’s a term of endearment.