But, as Will Rogers observed, nobody does anything about it.

(Caveat: Mike H says the government is manipulating the weather and all you have to do is notice the criss cross contrails.  I dunno, but that’s what he says.  Whatever.)

Myself, I enjoyed the hell out of the weather this weekend.

The storm Saturday night provided me with a lot more entertainment than any bar or band could possibly provide.  I went to the 60th birthday party of Jolly Dr. Max with a lot of his friends and afterwards became jolly myself with that thunderstorm that rumbled through town. 

I went out to the lake for a short time with the top down and watched the lightning come close enough that it sprinkled on me before I got the top up.  

 Went from there to Starbucks and watched the rain come down in buckets.

From there to a park where I could observe the lightning roll away to the east.

Gosh, but I love Oklahoma thunderstorms!  I’ve always liked them.  The strong winds, the thunder, the flashes of streak and sheet lightning.  I live for the day I can see personally some ball lightning.  So much power and drama in a storm like that, it’s sexually exciting for me.  It seems to just put all my lights on, pushes all my buttons, childhood and onward.  One of my earliest memories is of watching a storm come into my grandmother’s hometown of Lawton while we were there for a visit. I must have been very very young because I’m thinking my first sister, Jaime, had just been born.  That would put me about 3 or 4 years old.

Then, yesterday, everything cleaned by Mother Nature, especially including the air.  It was such a beautiful, sunny day.  Did anyone else notice that the air seemed especially transparent?  My vision seemed so crisp. 

It took a force of will to be inside yesterday.

Everywhere I went, there were people on bikes.  I’m told there was some kind of extra special bike event up in Edmond.  There were also lots of folks out getting in that last good training run before the Red Bud Classic this coming weekend.

Of course, when I feel like exercise, I go lie down until the feeling goes away.

Hey, it works for me.

No pain?  Good.

Anyway, saw lots of good people Sunday.

Hadn’t seen Button in a coon’s age, but there she was with her newest squeeze at Starbucks, looking all cute and skinny in her red shirt, blue jean shorts and a ballcap.  She says she’s selling tee-shirts with the inscription “All Natural Ingredients”. I think that’s what she told me it said.  The back says: “Bike Candy”.  Maybe it says “No Artificial Ingredients”.  Whatever.

Saw DeShan with “stick straight hair” and the lovely Brianne with a bikini under her summery clothes.  Both those women are just the shit.  So damn good looking, it’s not fair to us guys.

I kidnapped DeShan Friday for a short time to take her to the lake for a drink.  She says next time, I have to bind and gag her and take her to the car kicking and screaming.  Kinky bitch.

She’s leaving soon for the land down under, this time permanently. This town will miss her pizzazz, I’m thinking.

Sinatra is having trouble with Daylight Savings Time.  He woke me up this morning at 7 a.m. and I tried to tell him it was really only 6 a.m. according to my body.  He was having none of it and wanted out out out out out out out right then and right there, no excuses or discussion.  I’m thinking there’s a woman involved and it’s spring and a young man’s fancy turns to thoughts of love.  This old man’s fancy turned to thoughts of castration.

Post Script to Friday’s entry:  I finally decided I was looking at the question all wrong and that the real question was why stay at my desk when it was so lovely outside.  It was self destructive and wrong, but i closed up shop and got out the door.  So, I starve this month, they foreclose the house and repossess the car.  Quel Catastrophe! I’ll come live with you.