While Suzanne was in DC's 20 degree cold, Your Faithful Correspondent was working hard here in The Villages. I did a two hour, 35 mile bike ride on Saturday to ensure that the roads here had been successfully cleared of snow. My reconnaissance proved that our snow removal teams had been on the job. I couldn't find a flake anywhere. I did have to suffer the frigid 55 degree weather and don a long sleeve shirt and gloves, but it was bearable. I emailed Suzanne this "selfie" to show her how extreme the weather was here in central Florida. She was not much amused. (I am glad that my "selfie" wasn't taken with a cute blonde laughing at my jokes like our Commander-in-Chief's picture which has been plastered over the Internet!)
Regular readers of this column may think that the "Stubborn" entry in the post title probably is an adjective that I am applying to My Lovely Bride, perhaps because of her continued use of the Serial Comma. You would usually be correct; today you would be wrong.
"Stubborn" in this case refers to our two dachshunds, Rudy and Gretchen, who are pictured here standing in what is euphemistically called "an anchor stance", feet planted wide apart and refusing to move. It seems that they don't like wet grass, and after taking them onto the lawn for their morning constitutional, they decided to act like they were anchored in place... they became little dog statues. I had to resort to "who wants a treat?" to get them moving. Have I mentioned that "Dachshund Obedience Training" is a contradiction in terms? Sigh.
While running on a golf cart path the other day, I came upon this unlikely scene. Two golf carts traveling in opposite directions had stopped on the path, with their drivers disembarking and discussing where Points A and B were on their maps while standing in the middle of the path, totally blocking all traffic, including This Intrepid Runner. Meanwhile, a third golf cart arrived and stopped, deciding that running over the other cart's drivers was unsporting. The two guys in question were totally oblivious to the fact that they had caused a traffic jam. I wonder if alcohol may have been involved? (Here in The Villages? Naaaahhhhhh....)