Spring Fever

The Vernal Equinox is upon us. I think this day gets short-shrift compared to other events related to the Earth's revolutionating about the Giant Light Bulb. We're not in a mad rush to come together and exchange material goods and hoist toasts like we do at the Winter Solstice, nor do we gather and roast dead beasts over live coals and hoist many toasts to the joys of midsummer during its solstice.

Well, come to think of it, we in Louisiana do celebrate it by boiling small crustaceans in large quantities, liberally seasoned with enchanting spices and hoisting many a toast to... well, to just about anything that's convenient. And some folks in Dallas observe it with baked ziti, don't know if they serve it on toast.

So I was bumbling about the Giant Mug this morning and it hit me...

[SpringFeverEgo] Ahhhh - Spring is here. What a beautiful day - the Sky came up; the Sun was blue; the flowers chirping; the birds in full bloom...
[SNIIIIIFFFFFF]
I can't wait till tomorry when I get to balance the Equinox Egg on its end. Spring is wonderful. It's full of a...
[music]
...a certain,... special... something!

[SensibleAlterEgo] Stop that! Stop that! You're not going into a song while I'm here.

[SpringFeverEgo] Oh. Right. Baseball then? Yardwork? Excessive pollen-induced sneezing?

[SensibleAlterEgo] Yeah, that's much better - now get on with it, and not so much loopy raving about the Flees and Trowers and Burping Chirds...AAAGHH. Now you've got ME doing it.

I've got to go to work, so behave yourself, and DON'T GO OUTSIDE! I don't want your muddy footprints all over the saltmine.

[SpringFeverEgo] OK. [UnderbreathMode]...you big meanie.

[SensibleAlterEgo] I heard that - knock it off. Look, take your meds, and for lunch we can defrost some of that groundhog sauce-picante from February you liked so much.

[/UnbearablySillyMode]

I'm really glad Spring is finally here. Can't wait to stress the lawnmower, sweat like a pig and get a little color on my fish-belly white, bandy laigs so I don't scare little kids so much and make folks avert their eyes. Might catch a few ball games and go fishin' too.

So now, (finally) an Equinox Carol to sing while you discover which muscles want to secede from your body after you overdo the yodwork the next few weekends. I call it...

"The Twelve Days of Springtime"

On the twelfth day of Springtime, my true love gave to me...
12 neighbors laughing,
11 bags of pine bark,
10 sprinkler spigots,
9 drums of bugspray,
8 flats of "color",
7 dwarf azaleas,
6 pink flamingos,
Five Garden Gnomes!
4 potted ferns,
3 trench tools,
2 canvas gloves,
And bird-bath for the back yard.

No, I don't know where this stuff comes from - it must be bad coffee.

schmeditor's Note: If you think you've seen this before, you're probably right - it's yet another retread from now-defunct message boreds.

"The Twelve Days of Springtime" lyrics ©2001-2004 and are the intellectual property of Schmedulov Jostikovitch. Unarthurized use is not arthurized unless specifically arthurized in writing by schmed, or certain Arthurs designated in writing by said schmed.

Comments

[CC]

Can I use your post, in part, by altering it and making it better? Oh, and how do you do that egg thing? I'm too lazy to look it up and too paranoid to believe something I read on the internet.

[schmed]

CC, if you think you can improve upon it, have at it, but I get 51% of any gross revenues.

I think the egg thing is an urban legend or some such myth. To the extent it's possible to balance an egg on its end, I don't think the tilt of the Ert has anything to do with it. But that doesn't stop the reporters, the same ones that frenzy Groundhog Day, from perpetuating the ritual.

[GrumpyBunnette]

I hear ya, bug spray - with West Nile...yikes.

And I love those Traveling Gnome commericials - "up your whoopsidaisy".

[Tvindy]

Here is the story on the egg balancing.