The news will be less spicey (sic)
Great weather, eh! For those fresh off the bridge, ready to survey the quality of our beaches, perhaps. Meanwhile, anyone with a stake in greenery is ready to learn one of those rain dances. Here we are, three weeks into the month. According to my rain gauge, the total accumulation for the period is 12.6 mm. Less than a half an inch, for the Imperialists out there. Sure, we have a hose to take up the slack in the garden beds, but for the potato people, this is not “great weather”. At all.
With the hint of some thunder and lightning headed this way, I still fired up the BBQ. After all, if I’m going to die in a blaze of shock and awe, what better way to start the whole thing off. Not even a trace of danger. The 0.6 added today might have come in while the meat was grilling, but all that did was make my cleanup take a few minutes more. Towel, etc.
In other news (you weren’t satisfied with my BBQ tale, I hope), Spicey has resigned. For the last five months, our information access guy in the White House has kept us all (badly) informed. The fake news term might not have started at his podium, but he did little to correct things. And now he’s off to wherever failed press people go. You can be sure that we (the public) will not be better informed, going forward. And we’re losing that moment of comedy that made the news so enjoyable.
