whirley?

my favorite new england scenario?
that's easy.
almost sixty degrees one day,
and snowy like a yeti with eczema's dandruff the next.
uh-huh.
y'know something?
i like the reliably unpredictable violence of these extreme swings in weather.
ma nature's temperamental moods are so expert.
just another 'nother universal earth mother's mutha-'ucking hair-trigger tantrum.
today is the day, duders.
just like all the other ones.
this type of quick-change switch-up is just the sort of thing that identifies all
the overzealous and impatient imposters out there.
uh-huh.
who are they?
you know 'em.
the jerks in shorts and flippy-floppies in the snow on the first warmish sunny day;
the same ones wearing their fashion ski-bum A*hole gear and talking overloud
about the slopes and powder conditions at the first flake of a flurry on the next.
maybe it's not for me to say;
after all,
i dress like a gay british skeleton almost every day.
highs and lows and rain and sun won't cure that, either, kids.
awwwwwwwww.
hard-styles in the absence of personal style are the way it is, i guess.
whatever, my ninjas.
it's snowing up here in the predawn woodsly goodness,
and it looks like it's gonna keep snowing for a while.
abominable blizzard wizards are what we've gotta be to keep the hottness poppin'
and the stoves stoked and the firewood stacked and all that other other huddled
and cuddled-up winter warrior poetry composed.
y'heard?
no?
well,
listen up-
i've even got chestnuts, neighbors,
and all sorts of fire: open, closed, shut, and sh!t-hot.
and that means it's roasting time up here.
folksy super-rad flame-kissed treats on a blustery day off?
c'mon.
and what about that whirley-pop jauns?
huh?
what do YOU mean what whirley-pop jauns?
check the teleport:

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
it whirls!
weirdie crank-handled popple-type activation!
i mean,
how flippin' Folk Life is whirley-popped corn gonna be on the woodstove?
the most, probably.
word the F* up, right?
we doo-doo that sort of stuff.
and when i say we, i mean me.
that's it.
i'm ready for whatever comes next.
the chaos of high pressure and low temperatures and other kinds of frontin', too.
especially storm fronts, y'all.
raging berserker gypsy sh!t, even.
*
yeah.
it's a day off, alright.
off the tracks, off the beaten path, and maybe even off the list.
a wintry mixed-up wednesday in the great white northern reaches of the mountains?
you guessed it-
every day is the worst day;
never quiet, never soft.....7x47+1