On my morning bike ride, I encountered two ducks. This is not unusual by any means. Ducks are a common thing in town. These ducks made me pause enough to create a traffic problem on the bike path. They seemed to have a strong attachment to the view of Madison’s skyline. What a gorgeous spot for them to meet on their date! They are on a date, right?
Last night I spoke to my mother, a resident of Berkeley California. She enjoys conversing with me in winter when she can compare and contrast weather patterns. She has a particularly strong aversion to Wisconsin January temperatures. This conversation did not go so well. We have been having some gorgeous skies lately. And the third week of April finally wipes out the gray in favor of this:
It’s raining in Berkeley. A lot, I hear. It’s terrible to admit to inferior weather when you are a Californian. I tried to be especially nice on the phone. One shouldn’t gloat too much, it’s unbecoming.
If those ducks are on a date, it's a gay date because those are both boy ducks.
ReplyDeleteMaybe they're just a coupla guys posed lookin' duck-tough waitin' to score with the ladies.
Oh, and the rain was so yesterday. Today is fabulous, and the next three days are forecast to be fabulous.
ReplyDeleteHey, I have two ducks that visit the pond in my backyard every Spring. They stick around for about a week or so and then I don't see then until another year passes.
ReplyDeleteI never realized that they were gay. My duck gaydar must be off.
You have a pond in your backyard?! I'm super-jealous. I tried a pond in my backyard, but it attracted racoons who made a mess of the landscaping. Bye-bye pond. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteYou should blog your pond.
Like Chuck B said, either a gay date or perhaps it's a duck bar where the dudes hang to pick up chicks!
ReplyDeleteWhat is it with Moms and the weather comparisons? Mom lives with us in the winter, and crows to her New England friends how lovely it is here. Of course when summer comes, she's enjoying the balmy ocean breezes while we sizzle. Still, she has been through a lot and deserves good weather, and I don't begrudge it. I just think it's funny that your Mom does it too!
ReplyDeleteIt's not that we Californian-types can't deal with inferior weather, it's that we feel betrayed: the deal was, we put up with smog, traffic, and freeway shootings and then we get, in return, 348 days per year of perfect weather. When Big Mama Nature overdoes it with the rain, then we get (justifiably) cranky: mudslides are the straw that breaks the West-Coasty back.
ReplyDeleteMy mother lives in Nevada, near Tahoe. She never hesitates to brag about her 350 days of sunshine a year. I would be remiss to not in turn gloat about my lily-white ageless skin and blissful 65 days of perfectly temperate summer.
ReplyDeleteChuck, the pond is more curse than blessing. It came with the house and provides me with more outdoor chores than I'd like. I'd blog it but I'm kind of embarrassed with the condition it is currently in. Maybe I can convince Nina to come over and help me with my Spring yard cleaning.
ReplyDeleteAnd, to all the Wisconsinites reading this blog -- don't believe all the hype about places with 365 days of sunshine. I lived in AZ for a couple of years and I LONGED for a cloudy or rainy day. I much prefer the variable weather that four seasons provides. Who doesn't like to curl up on the sofa with a good book and a cup of tea on a rainy day? Or use bad weather as an excuse not to mow the law? 365 days of sunshine gets boring. Really.