…needs to come to my town for a visit.
Here, in January, it is normally 20 degrees. And snowy. And blustery. And dark. And … well, wintery.
Today? Today, I took my kids to the park. We do that sometimes, in January, TO GO SLED RIDING. Today, there was no sled riding. Today, we did some sliding, but it was down the sliding board and not down a white, cold, snowy hill. Today, we also did some swinging, and some running, and some jumping. We did some chalk-drawing. We did some picnicking. In short, we did things we normally do in April. Or June. Or September. Not January.
Either global warming is for real, or I am insane [very plausible in any case], or northeastern Ohio has plate-tectonically shifted itself down somewhere near New Zealand. Because I hear that the south Pacific has summer this time of year, which is what it’s starting to feel like outside.
Hm. Maybe I should check in with my buddies down under and find out if they have snow. If they do, it might be a sign that the earth is just upside-down. Now, wouldn’t that be a pickle.