I wish the weather would stop playing games with us here in the South. It wasn’t more than a few weeks ago that I slipped into a pair of short pants for puttering around the house.
It was that warm here. Most of my friends up North were still digging out of a snowstorm, and here I was in my summer clothing, fully convinced that the cold weather was over for Georgia, and it was time to break out the T-shirts.
But there’s an old saying that, “Pride goes before a fall,” and it apparently applies to winter, spring and summer, too.
The cold winds blew in, and I had to abandon my short pants and grab my leather coat and my hat.
We even had snow in parts of Georgia. The weather appears all confused, but I believe it’s just a ruse. I really believe the weather is trying to mock me.
“Put on short pants in March, huh? Well, I’ll show you!” I know it’s ludicrous to attribute human characteristics to the weather, but how else can I explain this?
There’s much that science doesn’t yet know. Maybe whatever governs the weather is a tad neurotic with a bit of a control issue.
Even though I’m convinced I’m being mocked, I was willing to embrace some more cold weather.
This past winter, I found a great deal on sweaters and bought several. I’ve only been able to wear a few of them, and I was convinced they were going to have to go into the storage tubs when the short pants came out.
But with colder weather, I get to wear my sweaters a bit longer. The only problem is that the weather won’t cooperate.
On a day that looks like a good sweater day, the temperature rises too high. It’s more of that mocking. “Sweater day, huh? Well, let’s see what I can do about that little idea!”
Once again, the weather seems to know what I want to wear, and it conspires to make me look silly.
Maybe I should wear short pants and a sweater at the same time.
Perhaps the weather would be so confused by my mixed attire it would find another town to bother.
I bet someone in Jacksonville, Fla., just bought a snazzy new swimsuit and needs to be taught a lesson on prideful behavior. Blow down there, and check it out.
David McCoy, a notorious storyteller and proud Yellow Jacket, lives in Covington and can be reached at email@example.com.