Howdy,
April showers. Bring May flowers?
Kind of like it used to be.
In fairness, that last sentence should also finish with a question mark, so something more like, Kind of like it used to be? Because I wasn’t paying attention to stuff like that when it used to be, and, thus, I wouldn’t know.
I’m better at knowing the cliche, unfortunately.
Or, more positively, the saying.
One sounds so lazy, the other educated.
But all that pontificating about “April showers bring May flowers” and punctuation use to attempt to express a reflection and thought about the saying, simply sprouts from the fact that it rained today — and is supposed to rain tomorrow as well.
Oh, and Saturday, apparently, as I’m looking at an updated forecast now, which also includes icons for rain next week: Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday.
Speaking of stormy weather and rainclouds, it seems it’s already rained on three out of the four days of the Giants budding, and, as of yet unrealized, up-and-coming baseball season.
As one Bay Area sportscaster, Bob Fitzgerald (television play-by-pay for the Golden State Warriors and local talkshow host), says, “Time to rub some Padre on it.”
The San Diego season looks to be getting much more rain than the city will ever get.
Make it rain, Giants!
—Billy
Reading. Writing. Living.
P.S. Man, you don’t know how hard it was for me to over-and-over, repeatedly, keep from creating a line that had something to do with including a Posey blooming. But what kind of a flower would one call a Buster? Ah, look at that wonderful Gerald Dempsey, a brilliant black and orange …
Word Count: 89,506 / On Pace: 94,600 / Year’s Goal: 200,000
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