Wild ’n’ Wooly & Willy-Nilly Weather

Once this a.m.’s brief, sudden deluge had ended, I could not help but notice the deeply pooled rainwater surrounding the storm drain; flooding the road that runs past my humble home.

Venturing outdoors for a closer look-see, lickety-split, I found my mind flashing back to Michigan’s June 25, 1968 flash flood; a highly localized (right down to my own zip code) event. Had that particular, peculiar storm lasted much longer, it could’ve easily converted the most hardcore couch potato into some latter day, resourceful Noah; highly motivated “the robed one” to crack open his ark making tool box.

Having also recalled all the bygone associated property damage (inclusive of my boyhood Lionel toy trains), the back in the here and now, older, wiser, civic minded me suddenly got morphed into a Department of Public Works volunteer; ISO a tool to pull the plug, as it were. Duly inspired, I located, hauled out and repurposed my wintertime, pavement ice scraper.

Within a couple minutes, tops, I had broken up this massive accumulation of organic debris; the odd mix of shed Maple Tree seedlings, twigs and a neighborhood’s worth of power mower grass clippings; not to mention some in-car or on-foot passerby’s lost, silver barreled ballpoint pen.

Granted, in the grand scheme, the quick action of one (perhaps) over the hill man probably hadn’t amounted to a hill of beans.

However, upon factoring in how climate change turbocharged, wild and wooly, willy-nilly weather systems are becoming everyday occurrences… well…

Who knows what miracle some civically minded individual might work, someday; somewhere down the road?

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Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!

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An Idiomatic “Where Am I” Riddle

 

Straight from the horse’s mouth, I feel like an interminably socially isolating, lone wolf who’s going stag to nowhere; the pandemic’s fish out of water, mad as a hornet, sitting duck; trapped like a lab rat in that weasel leader’s bereft of science, field experiment; condemned to waiting out the uncertain results while sweating like a pig; whipped up into ants in the pants magnitude agitation; succumbing to bats in the belfry mindlessness; driven to go on a homebound, till the cows come home bender where I’ll suffer a bad case of the spins, while pirouetting with pink elephants; the morning after finding me looking like something the cat has dragged in…

Where am I?

Aboard the pandemic era Noah’s Ark

 

Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!