Rollercoaster Weather

Every year I and millions of other Americans celebrate March Madness, the name given to the frenzy surrounding the college basketball national championship. The unpredictability of who wins generates lots of excitement or disappointment depending on your favorite team’s scoring ability. Emotions soar or plummet based on the final score of each game, reminding me of the one and only rollercoaster ride I took a few decades ago.

On that fateful day all of my body parts remained intact during the bumpy climb up the first hill, but halfway down the other side my stomach bailed to the ground below. I lost my vocal chords while screaming around the second banked turn, and somewhere over the next rise and fall my behind rose then smacked the hard metal seat, leaving it numb for hours. Out of petrifying fear of tumbling head first out of the car, my sweaty palms fused to the locked safety bar and required assistance from the attendant to detach them. Thank goodness I survived the ordeal and vowed never to repeat the terrifying experience. Label me a wimp if you’re so inclined, and I’ll gladly agree with no shame whatsoever, considering I prefer my stomach to stay in its rightful place.

But the past two months’ weather appears intent on taking me for another bouncy ride. A February ice storm and temperatures in the teens kept me house bound for weeks. The beginning of March produced a string of sunny days in the 70s then tumbled 50 degrees within a few hours and settled there for way too long. Forty mile per hour wind added an additional twist and brought heavy snow showers for extra thrills. When my sinuses heard the TV weatherman predict 70s again for this weekend, they revolted with a sneezing fit rivaling the gyrations of a major theme park rollercoaster. I’ve already blown through enough Kleenex to fill my car a dozen times, and my nose looks more like Rudolph’s than the Easter Bunny’s. If I didn’t know better, I’d declare a second round of March Madness occurring at my house. The weather is a country mile ahead in this championship game and completing a triple loop as it rumbles through my sinus cavities. Complaining gives me no relief or victory, but I do appreciate you listening to my whining.

Since I can’t control the weather or contain my allergies, let’s talk more about rollercoasters. What’s your vote—love ‘em or leave ‘em?

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