A dry November....

Scufflin’ thru the dry leaves in the park, while not quite as much fun as it wuz back in the day in Beatty ’n, I must point out, done at a much slower pace, still manages to create a very soul satisfying sound…at least to these old ears…da boyz didn’t seem to pay that much attention to it, nosing along as they are wont, searching for that elusive dog-thing that humans, no matter how much they love their dogs, never quite understand…

It’s been a long ’n near-perfect Autumn here in Ol Fair Oaks, with warm sunny days ’n cool nites ’n I’m told that ev’ry day that passes without precip is a record but all that is coming to an end…well, we all knew that the rain wuz comin’ sumtime ’n now we’re being told that it’s gonna be here next week…possibly…because weathermen here in norCal hedge their bets all the time….

If you watch the same weathermen year in ’n year out, you’re bound to hear one of them say…”As I predicted…” ~ I’ve heard that many times but I never remember any of them actually predicting the stuff they’re taking credit for…I s’poze they may be right but while I c’n remember what they were saying last week, I ain’t got a clue as to what they said 3 or 4 months ago, let alone last year….

Listening to a weatherman brag about his accuracy is sort’a like listening to any politician brag about his or her accomplishments…Obama ain’t alone in his assertions that he is responsible for everything good ’n someone else is to blame for everything wrong…most pedestrian politicians do the same…’n Obama is proving to one ’n all that he is not brilliant but in all probability would do well as a weatherman, especially if he worked in…say, San Francisco or San Diego where the weather is pretty much the same yearround….

Ah well, according to Will Rogers, Mark Twain ’n Johnny come lately Al Gore, along with Gawd knows how many others, “Everybody talks about the weather but nobody does anything about it.”