If somebody gave out an award for grouchiness and downright cantankerousness, I am sure I would take top honors. Of course, according to the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, there is no honor in being grouchy or cantankerous nor is there room for it in our humble abode.
For the past week, I have been grouchy and cantankerous and any other adjective you might want to throw into that pot of naughtiness. By the time the week ended that pot was boiling hot and about to explode.
My mistake was I exhibited my downright grouchiness and cantankerous spirit in front of my wife.
As I remember it, I was looking out our back patio window, watching it drizzle and shivering in the cold. If I need any defense on my side, I did not realize that in the same room was the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage.
Enveloped in this aroma of sheer ignorance, I said out loud something to the effect, “I hate this cold weather!” Following that pointed observation, as I now reflect, I also growled most viciously.
It was then I heard a noise explode behind me.
“Well, at least it is not snowing! You should be grateful for that.”
I swung around as quickly as possible, and there standing in all her glory with both hands firmly planted on her hips was my wife staring in my direction. The tone of her voice and her demeanor revealed I was in for one of her infamous lectures.
All week long, we had been noticing some of our family up north experiencing some very severe snow conditions. Some even missed school for several days because of the snow drifting. One family member way up north was without electricity for nearly a week. In some of these areas, the temperature has been in the minus degree for at least a week.