Winter Misery

This year’s golfing trip to Myrtle Beach will be our 27^th consecutive trip. All of them except two were to Myrtle Beach and only one that was without our regular foursome. Can you imagine, that many years with no arguments, in this day and age very few marriages last that long. After so many years, anticipation of the event each year has on occasion diminished, but this year I can’t wait to get going. Winter has become a tremendous bore. These past few weeks I feel like a prisoner. The recent ice storm has confined me to this desk so much that I’ve begun to search for some ointment to get rid of what I think are calluses developing on my posterior. Trips down the driveway to get the mail or paper have been bad enough with the snow storms, but virtually impossible after this coating of ice. I have to drive my car down to get them, and forget trying to get the rubbish down for the weekly collection. I'm even bring that down by car. I spent $12.00 on a bag of some kind of miracle stuff to melt the ice. I should have just thrown it down the toilet for all the good it did trying to clear the glacier good old Mother Nature gave me for a present.

Oh well, it is winter and it is New England, and I’ve probably just lived through too many of them. I’m not a hot weather person, but this year I don’t think it would be too difficult to make the change. So I guess you can see why I’m looking forward to the trip this year, and by the 7^th of March I might even be able to fit in my shorts again ( 15 lbs so far ). Ya, ya, I know I wasn’t supposed to talk about the diet anymore.

The other downside to this lousy weather is that nothing is going on in my life that is interesting or exciting enough to put in a Blog. Even my damn toast has been ok……lol. The other problem is finding things to occupy myself. The refrigerators, freezers, and cabinets have all been organized (Check out the picture of our downstair’s freezer). I'm even starting to bake bread and stocking up on homemade soups. Talk about being anal, it’s even starting to scare me. Hurry up Myrtle Beach before this guy really cracks up ( only kidding, but I do need to get a life ).