It's a pleasant spring Monday, time for another rousing game of Will the Wind Blow.
Position a sprinkler on just the right spot in the yard and watch it for a while...yes, perfect. Ten minutes later the gusting begins, the cat's sunbathing on the dry lawn where the sprinkler is supposed be hitting, and all you're watering is the road.
Do your hair all tidy and walk outside for a minute, but without warning a minor hurricane ties your tresses in a noose around your neck and you're scrambling for your life. The cat sits there and judges you while his fur looks majestic in the breeze.
Transplant some flowers since it's so beautiful out, then a brief gale
beats their little leaves to death and your baby plants are now nothing
but mulch. The cat takes a dust bath in the aftermath.
Open the window because it's stuffy in here and lovely out there. Next thing you know Mother Nature takes a sneeze and your life-size Jeremy Renner cardboard cutout is face down on the floor. Two seconds flat and the cat's sitting on it.
Maybe I won't put my tomato seedlings out in the sun just yet.
