Kangaroo on a Pogo Stick

No sooner did I post about spring having sprung, then the weather turned all to crap. So, after a lot of fist shaking, stomping, and whining I remembered that I live in Central Oregon and THAT’S JUST THE WAY IT IS.

It does you no good to wail and rage against the weather. It won’t change it. All it really does is help you to focus your attention more on what you don’t like instead of what you do like. Around here you actually can believe the saying, “If you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes.” I’ve come to understand, in the last few days, that the reason this season is called spring isn’t because the plants spring up. It’s because the weather bounces around between extremes. It’s like trying to catch a kangaroo on a pogo stick. It’s erratic, you can’t predict it, and it’s probably going to fall on you. You also have no control over it. So, all you can do is put on some protective headgear and enjoy the spectacle.

On Thursday we had weather in the 60’s. Friday we had snow in the morning which then disappeared and was replaced by a warm sunny beautiful day again. And since then it’s been rainy, sunny, windy, hailing, and snowing. On Monday I started spring term. On my drive over it was raining and/or cloudy and/or sunny. The DJ on the radio said, “temperatures in the 50’s, winds in the 60’s, chance of rain in the 90’s”

I called it Cloudy with a Chance of Rainbows


Fortune Cookie

I think I received the world’s worst fortune in my cookie last night.

It was barely redeemed by the addition of  “…in the back of a Volkswagen.”

No “expect big changes”

No “you will find romance”


I get:


okay universe, I hear you.

You didn’t have to ruin my fortune cookie about it!