I had a discussion with my husband last night about my last blog entry. It’s been hard on him, the unyielding expectations I have of him to read and comment on my blog, but, too bad! Isn’t it his duty as my husband to read my blog! If only he reads it and responds kindly then I might keep it going. No pressure here!
So I forward him the link after each new entry, followed by a verbal cue – “Hey, honey, I’ve made another blog entry!” And then I wait – sit, chatting at the hearth with him through the evenings, extending bedtime, waiting for him to say something about my latest blog … Good job, wife! Keep writing! It’s great that you are writing your blog, ignoring dinner! (etc.) Well, he’s my resident critic, right? Shouldn’t he be?
So last night he was out with it: “I am glad that you are writing, but I don’t want to be your critic. I don’t want to tell you what I think of your blog, whether it’s good or not, or how to make it better” … “I did read your latest entry.”
“And … ? I responded with expectant eyes.
“Well, some of it’s good.” (Some?) “… Okay so that word you used, ‘sprinter,’ quoting your brother, to describe our season now – I was there when he said it, and you got it wrong.” (What?) … “The word isn’t ‘sprinter,’ he continued. ” It is ‘spwinter.’ The season we have here is ‘spwinter!’ Spring in Idaho is just like winter, and ‘spwinter’ captures it, and that’s what your brother calls it. ”
My husband continued, “The term, ‘sprinter,’ leaves the reader confused. You got the wrong word there and that’s the most remarkable thing about your last blog entry.” (Ouch!)
I slept on it. Crap! He’s right! ‘Sprinter’ is the word for one who sprints. We are certainly not sprinting into spring or summer. (Unless we sprinted through three seasons in the four warm days we had and are now back to winter. Ugh!) Great. Well, it’s just a wrong word, and it won’t do! So what do I do? Go back and change it in my blogs? Can’t do it! Have to go forward! (Must spend time right now explaining it in this blog and, aw, too bad. Now there’s no time left to handle any responsibilities around the house – cleaning the toilets, for starters, would have been a good thing – Darn it!)
Well anyway, just wanted to make that correction: The season is ‘spwinter.’ Now I can jet off into my day. With a new word: GREEN! That last snow melted to uncover the greenest Idaho landscape I have ever seen. It must have been green like this in previous Idaho late Aprils or Mays, but I don’t recall. Daffodils, hyacinths, tulips (and dandelions!) are bursting out everywhere. The trees are coming out too! I believe it actually is spring!
The Decompression of a Boomer 
May 4, 2009 at 3:32 am |
Jody,
I liked your last entry and I thought “sprinter” was funny and accurate description of the weather we have been having. Although, I am glad to see some true spring weather!
May 4, 2009 at 8:53 pm |
Yeah, ‘sprinter’ sticks. I went with ‘spwinter’ for a day or so, but had a hard time getting my mouth around it. Plus I called my brother back, got him on a rant about the weather and sure enough, he does call this season ‘sprinter.’ Whatever. I’d just like to shed my down vest and enjoy more springlike weather!
June 19, 2009 at 3:21 am |
Colorado has seven seasons. I call them: Summer, Windy Summer, Fall, Winter, Warm Winter, Leafy Winter, Spring, then back to Summer. Spring and Fall tend to be the shortest of the seven seasons. Warm winter is when we get 70 degree temps mid-Jan – Feb, only to have snow dumped on us again Mar – Apr when the flowers start blooming and trees start budding in Leafy Winter.
June 19, 2009 at 4:36 am |
Sounds like you have three winters in your seven seasons which is about what we have. I recall attending a wedding in Denver over Memorial Day a couple of years ago. Our flight home was delayed by four hours due to a vicious storm which blew in and grounded all flights. I saw three seasons pass before my eyes while looking out the windows at the Denver airport in one afternoon.