Commentary by Jason Peek
When I first talked to Steve and Brian about writing for the Current in Carmel I said I didn’t just want to write a column that didn’t pack a punch, make you think or make you feel emotion.
I didn’t want to write just about Carmel or weather or everyday minute stuff – but dang it I’m a sick and tired of this cold on-again off-again relationship with Mother Nature we’ve been having!
Every time I think I’ll fire up the grill or cast a line in the pond I feel this sharp cold whipping wind down the back of my neck, and my bones start to hurt. Am I getting old already?
I used to stand out in the middle of the woods with a cold beer in my hand watching for wild game to come my way, and I was happy. But now I skipped half the hunting season because my bed and UFC fights with a side of hot wings was way warmer than my friend Jeremy and I digging my car out of a cold muddy field.
And I live to hunt and be in the woods.
So when a woodsman tells you it’s cold, it’s COLD! This is just another slap in my face from aging and learning that I am not young forever. And it stinks!
When the sun pops out and I’ve got a whiff of a grill cooking, it almost feels like spring is right around the corner.
And then I watch the news.
During the last sentence I just wrote on March 25, I just turned to talk to one of my guys suddenly saw there are snow flakes falling.
You know what? I quit! Mama Nature, you’re in charge, and I’ll keep my grill in the garage until you cut us a break.
And I will not complain when it’s so hot out it’s like breathing cough syrup.