Tuesday Night


I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how the seasons are finally changing and how a dying seasons tries to drag itself out.  I realize that I’m an immigrant to this part of the country and how I’m not a native Minnesotan.  God only knows the strange looks that I get when I tell someone that I don’t care for hockey, I’ve never played hockey and we never had hockey as a organized sport when I was in high school.  I get that look like I’m a Martian or some other type of space alien that has been somehow transported to this part of the Earth.

So whenever I start to talk about just how long any given winter lasts here in central Minnesota I get this look like “And that’s different how from the rest of the country?”  I find it difficult at times to continually try to adapt to the weather here and I suppose I will never truly be considered to be a true or even reluctantly adopted Minnesotan.  It’s a powerful idea to think for a moment that I could attempt to fool into thinking I actually love the 3 and one half seasons that we get here.

OK, I misstated that … 1 long one followed by a real short one followed a somewhat longer one followed by another shot one.  Guess which one is that “long one“.


18 thoughts on “Tuesday Night

  1. You have to pick up your family and move south, young man. I don’t like hockey either and I’m Canadian. It’s one heck of a cold day here.

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  2. Spring is dragging her heels here on the West Coast although all kinds of flowers are bravely showing their faces! Thank you for the reminder to change my header to something more spring-like!

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