An Open Letter To The Man Upstairs

Dear Sir,

I know You’re very busy, what with all the wars and sicknesses and everything else that You have dominion over. You have the most stressful job in the world, without a doubt. And I have no right to ask You for anything, as You’ve already done so much for me.

However, I think it’s possible that You may have forgotten something this year, as hectic as it's been with the cries from people hurting from rising gas prices and conflicts with Iran and people being diagnosed with terrible illnesses and all. Today is May 11, and I’m wearing a wool sweater. It’s pretty cold and yucky outside. I think that maybe You forgot to let spring progress here.

I’m all for winter being over, and thanks for that. But my furnace keeps kicking on because there isn’t enough sun and warmth that I can trap in my house to keep it warm enough. It’s even kicking on during the day.

And at night, my husband has started turning the bed warmer back on (best present anyone who lives in a state not named Arizona btw), which I had thought I was done with a month ago. Plus, with all the warm then cold and wet and rainy, people are getting really sick a lot, and they tend to be quite crabby, too.

I’m still hoping to plant a garden this year, but the weather keeps me worried about frost still coming. I will say that it’s beautiful that the tulips haven’t been killed (or at least those belonging to the neighbors where the deer have yet to eat them; as you know, mine never bloomed), but I’m waiting for them to turn so that I can dig up the bulbs so I can replace all my landscaping.

The whole April showers bring May flowers thing just isn’t happening really. Unfortunately, we’re stuck with the late winter flowers of tulips, daffodils and crocuses. The deer have eaten all mine (except the daffodils, which apparently are beneath them), and it’s looking really barren.

Besides, Little Miss and Mister Man are really outgrowing all their winter clothes, and it’s starting to look a little silly with their ankles and wrists poking out of the ends, but I can’t quite justify buying a whole new winter wardrobe right now.

I know, I know, I’m starting to sound really selfish about this, and that’s the last thing You need. But please, I promise it isn’t just me. If You wouldn’t mind, can You please take a few moments to switch spring onto full strength?

Thank you for your attention,

Michelle

PS Thank You for the rain today. I’m grateful that my husband’s baseball became a non-issue. (Of course, if You could get it through to the league commissioner’s head that playing on Mother’s Day, in particular, and somewhat on Father’s Day just isn’t cool, I’d really appreciate it.)

Oh yeah – and a Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers reading! Here’s hoping your days turned out as you’d hoped. I will say that I slept in until 8:05 this morning AND had my sushi field trip (including fancy Japanese desserts) to prepare for dinner tonight plus gift certificates to a local sushi restaurant!