2013, It’s Over!
Last night we said good-bye to another year. I can’t say I’m feeling bad about seeing it go. 2013 wasn’t my best year.
It should have been a great year. I like the number 13. Elaine and I got married on the 13th. My number when I was playing fast-pitch softball was 13. I bought my first car on the 13th. I always include the number 13 if I play the lotto. (I have never won anything…hmmm.) Oh well, you get the picture.
The weather was weird in 2013. I’m not sure it was climate change or just crazy cyclical weather. I’m not a scientist and most likely none of you are either, so I see no reason to debate that here.
2013 produced a “too hot to go to school day”. Oh yeah, we’ve had many hot days in previous years. It wasn’t even the hottest day on record. I think a group of school administrators got together and said “it’s gonna be real hot today. Let’s stay home and watch Oprah.” I don’t really know if that’s what happened, but let’s look at the facts. When I was in public school, I did not experience a “too hot for school day.” Oprah was not on television in those days. School administrators realized that and said, “It is gonna be hot today, I wish we could stay home and watch TV, however, Oprah won’t be on for a couple decades, we might as well have school.” Ok, maybe it didn’t happen like that, but I spent a lot of time in non air-conditioned schools and I turned out all right. Well, you be the judge.
The month of December 2013 had some weird weather. The beginning of the month produced near record cold. Like top ten in history, sustained cold. We were high-fiving each other every time it got above zero degrees Fahrenheit. At our house it was minus 16 degrees for two nights. On week later it was 57 degrees. That’s a 73 degree change in a little over a week.
Let’s not forget Flood Monner. Although, Flood Monner was not exactly kind to our family, hence the name, hundred of others fared worse. Others were more deserving of having the flood named after them, but they hesitated and I jumped in there. Seriously, even though our basement filled with water, others lost their homes. Watching your house float down the canyon will ruin your year. Not to be a complainer’; OK, I was complaining. I mentioned to a friend I was not looking forward to the rebuild. She said, “Well, at least you have the skills to do it.” It was one of those things people will say to you in passing that you will remember for the re