cook@pinocchio.encore.com (Dale C. Cook) (01/18/90)
[Background: I was born and raised in Southern California; this
seasonal business is relatively new to me.]
When I first got to New England, the seasons used to delight but
bother me a lot. There seemed to be a game afoot which dictated
that one must always be living/talking about at least one season
in advance. The merchants helped, for example, by running ads
for bathing suits instead of skis, but everyone fueled the fire
with such common conversational gambits as, "Well, sir, this
Summer I'm going to...." (said in the darkest part of Winter)
and "God, this heat is awful, I can't WAIT for Fall!"
Seasonal changes were deadlines to be met. As in, "I'd better
hurry if I want to paint this place before the good weather runs
out." or "There's only two or three good ski weekends left, so
we'd better get out there quick."
Well, ladies and gentlemen, in keeping with my new policy of
relenquishing control of the universe, I hereby affirm that I
am also NOT in charge of seasons, weather, and such like.
Instead I am going to, in the best traditions of _Zen and the
Art of Motorcycle Maintenance_, live in and extract the maximum
good out of each day as it's presented (and we DO get quite an
assortment living here in the Northeast!) If it's cold, I'm
thankful for a good book to read without the distraction of
having to decide whether it's better to go out. If it's warm,
I'll marvel on how all that sweating just must be helping my
weight.
And when I'm blue I crank up some good Billy Holiday and get
down, people. It's even possible to have the best damn blues
in the world too!
- Dale (N1US) Encore Computer Corporation, Marlborough, Mass.
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