LOCAL VIEW –A Cold Day In June–

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“If I’m so brilliant, why am I so stupid?”

I asked my wife that question yesterday, as I shivered. I’d practically frozen myself in pursuit of an idea that awoke me at 4:30 A.M.  I’d started typing in the predawn darkness and had to wrench myself away to work at 7:00. It was then I noticed I seemed shaky. Wondered it I was coming down with a fever. Felt pretty weak. My son is just getting over Lyme Disease he got from a tick bite. Wondered if I had it too, remembering I had a tick bite a couple weeks ago. Stopped in at the doctor’s. He took a blood sample to test. My blood pressure was very low, I was four pounds underweight,  and my temperature was…95.6°??? That’s not a fever; that’s practically hypothermia!

What a dingbat I am! Of course my metabolism is going to be at low ebb if I attempt to live on coffee alone, and just sit at a typewriter without getting any exercise, and lack even the brains turn up the heat, or wear a sweater, or start a fire in the wood-stove.

Start a fire in the wood-stove? But it’s June! I checked the dashboard thermometer as I drove through the blustery drizzle of day with a purplish-gray overcast. It read 48°. (9° Celsius). At 11:00 A.M. ? In June?

Oh well. Splitting wood is a good way to warm up. Then I bothered feed myself some hot soup. Eventually I stopped shivering, and walking about all clenched up, but it takes a while when you have foolishly allowed yourself to be chilled to the core.

You’d think I’d be old enough to know better. I blame the writing. It is when you think you are most brilliant, that you become most air-headed,  most absent-minded, and downright dumb.

So will I stop writing?

No way. But perhaps writers need to be cut down to size on a regular basis. Otherwise they’ll think their brilliant, and become all puffed up. (It’s not they who are brilliant; it’s what they are looking at.)

It’s a cold day in June, but that is how
God made it. Who am I to say it’s wrong?
The newly-leafed boughs are drenched, and they bow
And get in my way. Nasty mist rides strong
East winds from a gray sea that still recalls
Winter’s sea-ice, but who am I to say
This isn’t right? My old teeth split; gray hair falls
Like withered sepals. Lilacs fade away
And tulips look stupid without petals
And I glance up to God. He knows my thought.
There’s no fooling Him. He won’t give medals
For lies. I can only give what I’ve got,
And I think He smiles at my eye-rolling,
Preferring a chat to always controlling.

14 thoughts on “LOCAL VIEW –A Cold Day In June–

  1. R u sure u aren’t in Canada …. those temps you quoted are our normal summertime highs?
    As my dad would say …. ” 9 months of winter & 3 months of poor sledding”.
    Actually we have had a spring to die for …. no snow and no frosts since early April and that just never happens here. You sure can notice it in the plants who are loving the warm nights and growing like crazy. And nearing the solstice we are only getting about 6 hours of darkness at night.

    • Our southeast winds come off the Gulf Stream and are not bad, but when winds swing up to the Northeast they come off the Gulf Of Maine and are cruel, this time of year especially. A really long northeast fetch brings winds down from that icy current that carries icebergs out into the Atlantic past Newfoundland. I’ve seen it turn from a blazing hot day to sweater weather in a half hour or so when a “back door cold front ” pushes inland. Sometimes it is associated with a ripple of low pressure moving by to the south, and some times it is just a sea-breeze that gets carried away and comes seventy miles inland. I’ve seen it drop 40 degrees without a cloud, let alone the thunder we get when cold fronts come from the west. Yesterday’s awful weather was due to a little low slipping out to sea, so it had bone-chilling drizzle and wind.

      I love the long days and short nights of June. To lose even one of them to chilling drizzle seems unfair.

    • I looked up iodine deficiency. Being basically a hypochondriac, I decided to switch from the pink “Himalayan” salt my wife and daughters claim is high in rare minerals to old-fashioned Morton’s salt, which contains iodine. In fact I immediately poured some into my palm and lapped it up. In an hour I felt warmer, (which may just merely demonstrates the power of the placebo effect).

      Another hint that I may be short on iodine lies in the fact I crave sea-food. (Of course I always crave sea-food, but never mind that.) It was interesting to read that inland farmers in the USA all tended to suffer from iodine deficiencies, and goiters were a national problem, until Morton started putting iodine in salt back around 1922-1923. You can’t get it from vegetables because there isn’t much in soil, so it can be a problem for vegans.

      This may explain the fact I have a case of sea-fever, and my wife and I are heading to the beach for a long weekend, before the rates go through the roof as school lets out. I always tend to pluck certain seaweeds from rocks and nibble them. It never occurred to me I craved iodine.

      In any case, thanks for caring. Writers tend to be hapless airheads, and can always use help. However my wife may not appreciate that iodine stimulates mental activity.

    • Ah yes. The year of “Eighteen Hundred And Froze To Death.” That was in the heart of the Dalton Minimum, after mega-volcano eruptions in 1810 and 1815.

      Now we are moving into the “Quiet Sun’s” heart, which may be a “Modern Minimum”. Makes me a little nervous that volcano’s seem to be starting to pop.

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