We’ve all heard of bi-polar people. I always thought it was simply because of the extreme up and downs and some expert somewhere decided that poles were as oppposite as you could get, so bi-polar it was.
Nope, not really.
Bi-polar came about because of Chicago weather. We always joke that you can have all four seasons in a single day, but really that’s a joke. It doesn’t really happen.
Right now, I’m not laughing. Today is the first day of spring. The past few days have been wonderful. I’ve gone outside without a coat. The wee ones have been using their spring coats. My dear friend the sun has been showing his face, and it has been glorious.
Today? Not so much. We are going from one pole to the other here – winter spring winter – and I can only hope that our bi-polar trip finds some equillibrium soon and bring me back my precious spring.
This morning when I woke up:
C’mon. I want my spring back. Enough with the joke. It’s just cruel after a long, cold, dreary winter.