Tuesday, October 21, 2014
This of course was the refrain of beatnik, Maynard G. Krebs, on the old sitcom "The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis". It was one of the earliest TV shows that I waited for each and every week. That word 'work', that Maynard hated, came to mind yesterday, as I began my yearly ritual of moving wood to the woodshed. Of course, "The Old Farmers Almanac", a staple in this neck of the woods, is again predicting? threatening? a long cold winter, with more snow than ever, in these parts of the great white North. I've been following, but not believing, the prognostications of this magazine since my high school days, and I can just about guarantee you that every fall the almanac is threatening an upcoming winter of weather worst than ever. It has never failed! Come April most people around here have long forgotten the dire predictions of snowpiles of 6 months ago. All we want is spring.
My plan today is to beat the rain and get a couple more loads into the shed.
Afterall, shed happens!