We’re expected to have a temperature of 40 degrees above zero today. When you consider we were suffering through minus 40 degrees with the wind chill last week, that’s an eighty degree difference. It’s time to get out the flip flops and shorts and take a walk along the half frozen Mississippi River. NOT!
I’m sure some of the young folks will don their summer gear, but certainly not anyone my age. The extremes in my state are enough to muddle anyone’s brain – no matter the age. Although I have to admit this was not exclusive to my neck of the woods this past week. States that usually consider the lower 50s to be uncomfortable were chilling in a whole different way. For them the challenges are so much greater than for us. We’re used to this insanity and have learned how to deal with it. We stay inside – for days and days and days, until we simply can’t stand it anymore.
Homes in the south usually aren’t built on a foundation and insulation of the walls is less than nothing. Up here, our homes are built to last for at least two hundred years. When schools close in the south because of the weather, northern folks get a big laugh out of it.
The weather is something we have no control over. We like to complain about it a lot. We try to remedy the situation by piling on extra clothes and warm blankets. We read more than the average person – because there isn’t much else to do when the shoveling is over. We are reassured when we have a warmer day in the mix. It helps us cope for the rest of the winter season, but then we have no other choice.
Soon the summer heat will be upon us and we’ll be sweltering and wondering when the relief will come. We are a very complaining people, aren’t we?
I can understand why God became angry with the children of Israel as He led them out of bondage in Egypt. I can hear them groveling over the manna and quail and that incessant light that would never go out. I mean how many ways can you cook manna? Instead of complaining, we should be grateful our homes are comfortable, we have food on the table and prospects of spring are right around the corner. In the meantime, we just grovel and grumble. Sorry, God, and thanks for your patience!