Newburyport, Valentines Day and Wild Weather
February 16th, 2007What a day, Wednesday, February 14, 2007 in Newburyport, MA, good grief.
Oy Vey… Do I like the snow and wind and rain and sleet? No.
Do I like some snow? Yes. Did I like this particular storm. No.
And on Valentines Day with George and Georgiana no less.
George Cushing, of Frog Pond at the Bartlet Mall, the political consultant to the Newburyport Political Blog and his new frog “heart-throb,” Georgiana Tadpole on their FIRST Valentines Day together with a blizzard outside no less.
George Cushing and Georgiana Tadpole
on their very FIRST Valentines Day
And here is a picture of the two “love frogs.” The heart is a visual clue that they are being romantic, just incase it isn’t all that obvious.
Such excitement around the Newburyport Political Blog, except there just happened to be a blizzard outside.
Would I take George and Georgiana to whatever romantic frog place they had in mind on their special day?
No. Are you kidding. You’re frogs and there’s a blizzard outside for crying out loud.
Do I consider myself an ogre of an editor and a lousy friend, no less, because I won’t drive you where??
No. Are you kidding. You’re frogs and there’s a blizzard outside for goodness sakes.
And then, I made the mistake of suggesting that they might help out a little, instead of being so “demanding.”
What a mistake that was. First of all, frogs hopping around outside in a blizzard with spoons as shovels, complaining, and then getting freezing right away. Plus they’re not doing anything, because what can you do with a spoon in a blizzard? Right? Not a good idea on my part. Not a good idea at all, let me tell you.
And then trying to warm them up. I thought frogs were supposed to adapt to this sort of thing? But no, whine, whine, whine. (Frog whining is quite an experience. Picture really high pitched whining.)
What a nightmare, G & G’s first Valentines Day. I doubt it will ever be forgotten. And, I got to admit, even I was feeling a little sorry for them. Oh, well. Eventually, they hopped off to froggy hormonal wonder-land wherever.
Who knew that having a frog as a political consultant to the Newburyport Political Blog was ever going to be this kind of froggy learning curve? Not moi, I can tell you. Not moi.
Mary Eaton
Newburyport