Next to June, May is my most favorite month of the year. It is the time of graduations, the Memorial Day weekend, backyard barbecues, the Kentucky Derby, the Preakness, the Indianapolis 500, the PGA tournament (formerly held in August), and the NBA playoffs. Baseball is in full swing, and swimming pools and amusement parks are opening up. Before the days of cable TV, Netflix, Hulu, and YouTube, May was the time in which you could catch the season finales of your favorite shows as well as watching the freakiest and geekiest of the daytime television freaks and geeks.
May is the time in which my mind turns from worrying about blizzards to preparing for vacations. However, I don’t know where I want to go this year. There are so many places in the country I would like to see. I am not one of those people who wants to visit the most touristy tourist traps. I prefer visiting the places that haven’t been discovered by travel experts than Disneyland and Disney World, Las Vegas, the Smokies, San Francisco, New Orleans, Wisconsin Dells, the Bean sculpture in Chicago, Lake Tahoe, Yellowstone, the Hawaiian Islands, and Coney Island. Not only am I not surrounded by hordes of hot, sweaty people, I have a lot more money in my pocket not buying gimmicky souvenirs like politically incorrect tom-toms, salt water taffy (which tastes more like a dill pickle than candy), and the infamous mouse ears and watches.
Perhaps the best part of May is that the weather is like the Baby Bear’s porridge in Goldilocks and the Three Bears–not too hot, not too cold. It is usually ideal for those @%#*! outdoor chores like lawnmowing, gardening, and pulling weeds.
However, this year has been unusually cool. I was wearing my winter coat last week because morning temperatures were the 40s, and I was surprised reading a story about snow falling in parts of northern Illinois and Indiana. Only once have I seen snow fall in May. It occurred just before an outdoor graduation ceremony. Everyone scattered into a nearby indoor arena to avoid being bombarded with snowflakes. Although the ceremony went off without any problems, it seemed weird to be walking in a not so winter wonderland so late in the year.
After a week of typically sunny May weather, it is now raining. Drats, I thought April was the time for showers. At least the weather is supposed to clear off later this afternoon, so I may be able to talk a walk, head off to the links, or go on a leisurely drive. After all, all write and no play makes the Ordinary Joe a dull boy. Not to mention a cranky boy for as any writer knows, spending hours trying up with coherent sentences and paragraphs can been as frustrating as being stuck in a monsoon without an umbrella.
Joe’s Maybe Memorable Quote of the Day
May is the time when spring is in full flower.