The Honest Courtesan

I actually like winter, as one of four well-defined seasons; what I do not like is when winter is a bad guest which arrives earlier than it is supposed to or overstays its welcome.  And this year, it did both.  The monsoons arrived before Thanksgiving, and the cold just kept holding on past Easter; I wrote this a week ago today, just a few hours after a fairly-heavy hailstorm.  It has, in fact, hailed some ten times in the past two weeks, in addition to the rain and snow, and though we haven’t had a real freeze since February, the temperature has hovered just above that point most nights in April so far.  And did I mention the biting-cold winds off of the Pacific Ocean?  Look, I know this isn’t Camelot, and the weather isn’t required to conform to my ideas of proper meteorological deportment.  But if we were going to have a five-month-long season, why did it have to be winter rather than autumn or spring?  Those are my two favorite seasons, yet I got cheated out of a month of both of them this time around.  And to add insult to injury, it’s light until after 8 PM, which combined with damp cold and frigid winds, is basically the worst of all combinations.  Since it’s too damned wet to get up on the roof, and too damned cold to weld, I don’t have any roof progress to report this time.  And that’s why I’m griping about the damned weather instead.