Weather or Not

Maybe I'm just nebby (Pittsburgheese for nosy, for those outside the 'Burgh), but I seem to overhear the most bizarre conversations everywhere I go. At the library the other day, a cranky old lady was complaining to the librarian behind the checkout desk about random things, but what caught my ear was: "When I was young, you could count on the seasons. It went Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter" (sharp hand gestures accompanied each season name) "just like that, every year, no question. Not anymore." Did I miss a meeting? Are the seasons in a different order now? "And we never had any of the confusion like there is now - a cold day in May, a warm day in January. That just didn't happen." Yes it did. In our memories, every Christmas was white, every 4th of July clear and warm and sunny, but that's just not the truth. "You just don't know what to expect. Someone should do something about that." We'll get right on it. Props to the librarian who managed to nod politely and not roll his eyes. I don't think I could've done it.