Poem for the Whiners

People in Lynden and Whatcom County generally have started whining about the unseasonably hot weather. This would not bother me were it not for the fact that I just spent months listening to folks go on about how cold and cloudy it was. It all brings to mind a poem that my late Grandpa Lott used to recite:

As a rule
man’s a fool

When it’s hot
he wants it cool

When it’s cool
he wants it hot

Always wanting
what is not

As a rule
man’s a fool

Children of the Corn Like You’ve Never Seen It Before

OK, here’s a picture of what I was up to over the last day. That’s the menu for Children of the Corn being projected onto a screen in my back yard, just as the last light of the sun fades, in front of a cornfield. We had the usual suspects over, sat on the back porch, and watched this beloved B movie classic.

When that was done, we took down the screen, projected onto corn and trees and had an impromptu dance party and one epic air guitar solo. No pictures were taken of any of that, thank God.