If pollen were topsoil, I could have planted a crop of potato's on the hood of my truck today. I started sneezing when I walked out the door this evening.
Thank goodness the rain washed a great deal of pollen away the last few days but mother nature is persistent.
I don't recall springtime making me sneeze when I was a kid. I was outside every day until dark unless it was storming or too cold for long underwear. I'm guessing it has something to do with living and working in a controlled environment. We must have built up some kind of resistance with the constant exposure.
I'm flying down to Tampa on Sunday to visit my cousin Joe. I haven't seen him in a few years and as I mentioned in an earlier post, he is going through a tough time now.
I just remembered a funny story about Joe that happened when we were kids. He spent New Years with us and we went to Crawswell's Store and loaded up on firecrackers and bottle rockets. Joe was wearing one of those heavy sweatshirts with a hood and a hand warmer pockets in the front. When it got cold you could poke your hands inside and warm them up.
Joe stored his firecrackers in the hand warmer pocket so that he had quick access to the fireworks. If you turned your back on him a second, you'd have a Black Cat firecracker on your shoe.
He had just dropped a firecracker down an empty crayfish (we called them crawfish) hole and put his hand back in the pocket. He didn't realize that he was still holding the match. Normally it would have been smothered out, but this little match hung on and lit the fuse of pack that was till wound together by the fuses. All of a sudden he was dancin' and holding that shirt away from his stomach. The firecrackers sounded like a machine gun.
It was a cold day but that sweatshirt came off and he stomped it till the fireworks show ended.
I laughed so hard that I had to lie on the ground. He had a few blisters on his hand and stomach but otherwise he was unhurt. He did have a hard time hearing until the ringing sound subsided.
Anyhow, it will be good to see Joe again and reminisce about the good old days.