Why Is November So Winter..Wintry?

At 69 years of oldness I cannot remember a November so winter! Snow? Icy roads? Cold, bitter temps? What's with this November?!!

My ideal November.

I know that many of you dear readers don't have the same climate as me in central Illinois, U.S. of A., but I'm sure you feel my pain, right?

Well, even if you don't, I'll still whine about it, to release my frustration and stress.

I've always looked forward to the cool, mellow, colorful, crisp, hot chocolate feelings of November. 

A November of joyfully raking leaves, jumping in a pile of leaves, watching the dog or cat jump in a pile of leaves, raking them again, stuffing them in paper bags, dragging them to the curb, noticing that you've bagged up the dog and cat, releasing them, raking again, putting those leaves in new paper bags, dragging them to the curb, again, finding the bags torn up by the mean  naughty neighborhood kids the next morning, raking again...you get the point.

All the fun stuff I usually experience in November has been dampened by freezing rain, billions of snowflakes (not talking about college students), below zero wind chills, and icy, slippery, treacherous (especially for a teetering old dude like me) walking conditions, that could make me fall and break my tussie! 

I think you all know what it means for an almost septuagenarian to break his tussie, correct?

Let's just say, It ain't pretty, or painless when your tussie is cattywampus!!

Now, if the world is all bass akwards, as we all know it is, Christmas will be a balmy...
balm·y

/ˈbä(l)mē/

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adjective

1. 1.

   (of the weather) pleasantly warm.

 72 degrees, no snow, flowers will be blooming, and kids will be crying for a White Christmas.

In spite of everything I've opined about...

o·pine

/ōˈpīn/

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verb

FORMAL

past tense: opined; past participle: opined

1. hold and state as one's opinion.

   "“The man is a genius,” he opined

the important thing is to ignore the physical realm of external forces, like the weather, body aches and pains, squirrels in the attic, tight fitting clothes, the heartbreak of psoriasis...and do the old switcheroo, to spiritual, outer body, transmeditational, oddball thinking, that will allow you to be FREE! Even if "THEY" come and take you away to Happy Valley Sanitarium, you'll be free inside your own Kingdom of Me, Myself and I.

Out Of This World Wednesday

One Small Stinking Step

While our GREAT and GORGEOUS Glirkazoids prepare to travel a zillion liteyaros to Pyrotussin, cross the Sea Of  Megadeth, defeat the Deaf Dragon, climb the Stairway To Havens, and save the Magical Princess Of Pyrotussin, we listen in on their stimulating conversation...




Gary - (searching cardboard boxes) "Do you know where my old Converse sneakers are, Rosie? I'm gonna need them for this mission."

Rosie - "How would I know where those smelly old shoes have gone? Maybe they crawled off and died from old age and...and acute stinkiness!"

Gary - "No way! They would not abandon me like that. (Gary searches the boxes more frantically) It's imperative that I find those shoes for when we climb the Stairway To Havens!!"

Rosie - "Well, aren't we Positive Plutus! (Plutus was a Glirkazoid warrior/general who believed a force of 8 Glirkazoid warriors could defeat 8 billion Vicioustonians...barehanded...he was wrong) Before we even have a snowball's chance in Helbros to climb the Stairway To Havens, we need to...

1. Travel a zillion liteyaros of uncharted spaze!

2. Cross the Sea Of Megadeth!

3. Defeat the deadly, demon-like, Deaf Dragon!

4. AND...other stuff that will be written in later!!

Gary - "Rosie! Pleaaaaase help me find my sneakers, woudja?!"

Rosie walks over to the boxes, gives a quick sniff, and finds the dilapidated sneakers in a nano second!! However, she will not pick them up, and allows Gary to do the honors. 

Gary - "Thank you a quadracillion toms, Rosie! You won't regret this!!"

Rosie - (wearing  a breathing mask) "I already do, Gary... (her voice muffled by the breathing mask) I already do!"

Well, well, well...that's a deep subject!

Get it? Well? DEEP subject? No matter.

Sooner than a Sworillian Sunday soi·rée (Sworillians have a LOT of soi·rées), our gallant, Glirkazoid galaxy galavanters will embark on what MAY turn out to be their most exciting/funny/heart pounding/death defying mission to date!!

No! "To date" doesn't mean Rosie and Gary are going out for dinner and a movie. You guys are so matchmakey!!

What Do YOU Wanna Talk About?

As I walked Chevy in the sprinkling, cold rain this morning, I was taken aback by the special moment. Chevy NEVER walks in the rain! Especially COLD rain! He must have really needed to "go" badly!!

It's moments like these when we receive an ipiffany apifonee...I'll look it up...epiphany! 

Epiphany is an “Aha!” moment. As a literary device, epiphany (pronounced ih-pif–uh-nee) is the moment when a character is suddenly struck with a life-changing realization which changes the rest of the story. Often, an epiphany begins with a small, everyday occurrence or experience.

I came to realize that we can do things beyond our expectations if we want something bad enough. 

What? You already knew that? 

Well...uh...then...what do you wanna talk about? 

The stock market is doing "gangbusters!"

gang·bust·er

/ˈɡaNGˌbəstər/

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noun

INFORMAL•NORTH AMERICAN

plural noun: gangbusters

1. • very successful, especially commercially.

     modifier noun: gangbuster

     "the restaurant did a gangbuster business"
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Of course, I ain't got no stocks, so I don't give a "pigs patoot!"

What else? Okay! Soon we will all need that "Real ID" card to fly anywhere, but since I never fly anywhere, it is a moot point for me.

. A moot point can be either an issue open for debate, or a matter of no practical value or importance because it's hypothetical. The latter is more common in modern American English.

According to a LOT of commercials, gold and silver should be bought NOW, because the value will climb through the roof when our economy crashes to smithereens! 

smith·er·eens

/ˌsmiT͟Həˈrēnz/

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noun

INFORMAL

1. small pieces.

   "a grenade blew him to smithereens"

Man! I'm really edjamacatin' you folks wit all these definitions! 

1. Who has the money to buy gold at 1400 dollars per troy ounce, and who's Troy, anyways?!!

2. Who has the money to buy silver at 17 smackers per ounce? That's 272 greenbacks per pound!!

Silver weighed 1250 lbs, which would make him worth 340,000 pazoozas today, if my ciphering is correct. 

ci·pher¹

/ˈsīfər/

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verb

gerund or present participle: ciphering

1. 1.

   put (a message) into secret writing; encode.
2. 2.

   ARCHAIC

   do arithmetic.

1. 
   

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There Are ALWAYS Trade Offs!

I'm using green on orange letters, due to the fact it's Monday, and it feels like a green on orange day. 

Ain't this nauseating?

At least to me, here in central Illinois, U.S. A., where it's not even Thanksgiving yet, but it FEELS LIKE COCK-A-DOODIE WINTER!!! 

Where you live is probably better than where I live, weather-wise. Especially if you live in California, where all the fires are, or Australia, where all the poisonous snakes ans spiders live. 

I guess there's always a trade off, right?

Take the Beatles, for example. Arguably the most successful band in the history of the world, but fraught with unfortunate trade offs! 

1. No rest from clamoring, adoring fans.

2. Yoko

3. An unfortunate assassination

4. George leaving us here on earth for Gokula.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Goloka (Sanskrit: गोलोक) also known as Goloka Vrindavana, Krishnaloka or Gokula, is the eternal supreme abode of Lord Krishna and Radha.

5. Having to live in Liverpool during childhood, where it rains and fogs a lot.

796 mm - around 30 inches? That can't be right.

In Liverpool, the climate is warm and temperate. There is a great deal of rainfall in Liverpool, even in the driest month.

Speaking of trade offs, and I am, you are probably wondering why I'm so super late with my blog today, right?

No? I'll tell ya, anyway. I had to trade off my time to write this blog, so I could go to Five Senses Spa this morning. 

Hey! Don't laugh! Real men go to spas and have the guts to admit it! 

Actually, the spa treatment was a gift, and I only got a haircut, and a neck and shoulder massage, and a detox...Just kidding about the detox!

Here is the before photo.

Here is the after photo.

Sorry, but that's all the time I have, today! I'll try and do better mañana.