Meandering Monday about Changing Seasons

It was raining today – at least where I am. That’s today, and one day’s weather doesn’t make a season, any more than a single year’s weather – or even twenty years – will give any real indication of climate change.

I’ve lived in Texas well over half my life (so that makes me a certified Texan, right?) and yet to this day I still bellyache about the lack of seasons. I grew up in Massachusetts (I revel in the fact that I can still spell it), and there we actually had four very defined seasons. In Texas, you can’t really count on anything like that – temperatures can be bouncing day to day between 50 and 80, and all you know is it’s PROBABLY not summer.

And yet in its own way, Texas does have seasons – probably two of them (hot and everything else.) If you’ve been here long enough, the lack of consistent seasons becomes the norm. A winter without a few 70-plus days scattered through it would be the outlier – people who’ve been here all their lives would probably declare that an environmental catastrophe was in the works. If we actually had regularly differentiated seasons here, there would be a cry that something needed to be done to save Texas.

Most of us just don’t handle change that well (and with our really short memories, who among us would we rely on to remember what change is normal?) I guess we should be grateful that we don’t live on a geologic timescale and only have to deal with such a pitifully small amount of it in the greater scheme of things.

Just saying…


collection8ebookcoverNext up for publication: Some More, And Yet Still Even More Things I Could Get OUT OF MY MIND (short story collection #8); includes:

“The Pipes”:  Sometimes it’s the little things… An unexpected extraterrestrial visitation has an adverse effect on a Texas farmer’s well. Think twice before you drink the water – there’s something in the pipes.

“Good Luck!”:  Sometimes the best laid plans don’t quite work out. With the Zavian Empire bearing down on Earth, The Chairman gives a final speech on the value of having a Plan B.

“Ultimate Awareness”:  Omnius has relied on his Ultimate Awareness to dominate the city as well as any supervillain could, but an interview with a prospective sidekick casts doubt on both his own limits and his career path. How much does he really know?

“Mating Rituals”:  It’s been so long… Manti has only one night left on Cuniculus before she returns to Cesilli – why not spice up a paid hit with a little romance?

“Obsolete”:  When we leave Earth, will we forget what it’s like to be human? Mr. Omega, the last unmodified “man”, stands trial for unthinkingly preserving his own life over that of a superior being.

“Endangered”:  Aliens create Hell on Earth in a plan to put Humanity on the endangered list. Sending in the park rangers to stop them may not be the best option – unless it’s the only one. Sometimes the best laid plans can be derailed by the smallest of things.

The release date is December 16th, but you can preorder until then for the reduced promotional price of only 99-cents (such a deal) at the usual places, including:



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