Cheers: to it being spring somewhere. Now, as you read this, it may well be a mild and mauzy day. But there’s still snow in the seven-day forecast for St. John’s as we head towards the mid-April mark —a season known as spring in some parts of the world. Think of it — spring! Lush new grass, buds on the trees, baby birds doing cute baby bird things. In this province, spring seems optional, depending on Mother Nature’s mood. But hey — there’s cherry blossoms in bloom in Washington. And cherry blossoms will bloom here, too — in June.
Jeers: to one of those days. The clock alarm didn’t go off. You burn your tongue on the coffee. Your car tire’s flat and when you get that fixed you notice the car’s running on fumes. You arrive at work to get the worst parking spot in the lot, furthest from the door; it’s raining and you have neither hood nor umbrella. You arrive, drowned-rat style, to learn your first appointment is early. That is followed by a paper cut and a paper jam in the printer. Ah — lunch time! You forgot your lunch. Welcome to Monday.
Jeers: to messing with moose. A man in Alaska kicked a moose last week whose path he wandered into as she was browsing on a trail with her calf. Who does that? And what did he think would happen? Well, he got a foot-stomping in return. Fortunately, his injuries were not serious. The Associated Press in Anchorage reported that, according to Alaska Troopers spokeswoman Megan Peters, the mother moose then left the area with her calf. “I am not a biologist, but as a lifelong Alaskan I would advise people not to go around kicking moose,” Peters said. State Department of Fish and Game spokesman Ken Marsh pointed out that moose have very strong legs. “If you get into a kicking contest with a moose, guess who’s going to win?” he said. That’s man, zero. Four-legged ungulate, one.