I wrote about it a while back, and I thought it was only at Ironman races, but it seems that I’ve become a real weather pox lately. I’m done whining about Ironman Wisconsin…well, I’m really not done but I’ll try to keep it to myself…but it seems that I bring out poor weather wherever I go .

Florida had great weather until we got down there in November. Then the first cold snap of the year came through. Other more deserving people overcame my pox and the weather straightened out for a while. I came back for Thanksgiving and for a couple of days, things were fine. Around my birthday, someone gave me crappy, cold weather for my 60th. I’ve never been one to give back presents, but that was one I didn’t want.

I drove back down to Florida only to suck down some cold weather with me, for their second cold snap. Again, the non-pox-afflicted people took over and the weather got really good again. It was fine up here in Michigan until I came back. The unseasonably warm weather shut off and the cold returned. Today, our first running day since I got back, turned cold with freezing rain, sleet, and some heavy wet snow.

I ran four and a half miles and walked a half to finish my five. All the time I was out it snowed, my glasses got wet and completely fogged over, and I couldn’t see a thing. After I finished, limping in on a sore hip…bursitis and it’s not from dancing at my birthday party…, the snow quit, the sun came out, and it’s nice again. Since I have meetings Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, all at 11:30, and since I’ll have to walk because we only have one car, the forecast is for 3-7 inches of snow.

I’d ask the classic question, “What did I do to deserve this?”, but the list would be much too long and I don’t want to give out personal secrets. I’ll wait until I run for public office for the skeletons to “come out of the closet” and, no, it’s not that kind of “coming out of the closet”. Besides, now that I’m elderly, I’ve forgotten the really bad things I’ve done and the “not so bad ones” seem almost good.

Friday morning we closed on the condo. Were now officially real estate poor. Anyone who wants to buy the Green Street house and the cottage, just call. We’ll make you a deal you can’t refuse. Since I’ll be going back to Florida on Thursday, Jean will be the land baroness of the North and I’ll be the land baron of the South. It’s not exactly fair because we don’t own the land under the mobe and Mom is the land baroness of my half of the condo, and we don’t own the land under that either. So I’m King of my own castle, a $27,000 mobe in Hudson, Florida, the Mecca for geezers like me

After giving away half of everything some years back you would think I would have learned. Like I’ve often told you, “I never said I was smart”.

Just (Spending Everything On Property Taxes And Insurance) Jack