
They weren't necessarily flying, but definitely unidentified, at least since November. The two objects I saw were extremely white, and would have made the night sky glow if it hadn't have been 5:30 PM, on Dodge Street yesterday. Accompanied by a dog, I saw my first person of the new decade wearing shorts. In Arizona, such a person would be locked up in a mental institution until it reached 75 degrees. Yesterday was still a bit on the chilly side for me, but I do appreciate that woman's optimism. This weekend, with the threat of 50 degree weather, could bring the Unidentified Femur Objects back to planet earth - Omaha in particular. I plan on digging thru the closet to find a pair of shorts, not only to display my optimism, but maybe to encourage spring to visit more often. When I display my platinum white stick legs to the world, sun glasses might not be strong enough. The flash and arc may require a welding mask. It could be a similar affect as when the nuclear bomb was tested in New Mexico. I just keep telling myself, when August rolls around, and the heat index says 110, I just need to think about how much snow dumped on us, and all the problems it created this winter, and I'll try not to complain. But living in Nebraska, year after year, I think a Nebraskan earns the right to vent about the weather once in awhile. I just hope I remember how to put shorts on. May be there's internet instructions I can download.

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