I can see March clearly now

Our farm was just starting to get some significant snow when I last blogged February 16th. That was the beginning of a rough week of shoveling or scraping off an accumulated 400 mm or so (16 inches or so) of flakes off steps, vehicles and firewood. Recent rain has helped immensely. Just this morning we were able to get a tow truck to the property to liberate our beloved F-150 from substantial mud and the white stuff. We’ve just about to meteorological spring.

Granted there was plenty to occupy our attention when our satellite dish was receptive, what with the Olympics and countless reruns of “M*A*S*H” available. We can even go outside and spot patches of earth to keep us grounded. It’s good to get some discernable clarity because I’m about to start watching the lead-up to the State of the Union address.

There’s no telling what Trump will say, but I’m anticipating a passel of lies, denials and double-downing. High stress situations bring out the worst in him. He will most certainly offer some goodies and –I fear– some serious saber-rattling at Iran. He could chase away any hopes the GOPers have for retaining the House, even the Senate. At any rate, I’m counting on Agent Orange letting us down.