Village News - Feelings

In this town, it seems we like to "share our feelings."  There is no topic in which we do not "express some word or two."  Fall is no exception.  Now, when I say fall, I am talking about the season and not the act, although "feelings" have been shared on both topics with equal vehemence.  You see, in this town, even the hint of a cold air or broken bone makes a body shudder and agitates the dander.  So, in this case, to clear confusion, when I say "fall," I mean the season.

It has been since the inception of our fair village that sharing our "feelings" has been very important to us.  No topic is too frail or too minuscule for us to share, when playing the "Share Your Feelings" game.  So when there is a slight hint of steam emitting from any villagers' mouth...well, let's just say: the denser the cloud, the louder our communication of our feelings.  Of course, when dealing with the town elders, you have to raise your voice, perhaps a little; most of them leave their hearing aids at home so they do not to hear you.  So if they hear the town elders hear you, I mean that they realize you are trying to get their attention by shouting and the waving of hands, they usually respond by replying back to you something like: "back in the day" or "when I was a kid."

Now, all most folk want to do is simply share their feelings, not receive a history lesson (and regrettably no one seems to like history class in school anymore either), so they tell the postal carrier.  Of course, all the postal carriers went to class where they learned a clever rhyme about rain and sleet and snow and job commitment (or at least that was the commitment John Postman got from his understanding of the poem).  So, we simply run about the village, like chickens without our heads, sharing our emotions with any and all who listen, our barber/hairstylist, grocer, the hall of money swappers, those folks at the Stumble Down Inn, generally any and all neighbors.                

No one understands in all that..um...sharing that we really don't involve the folks who are busy with the process of the season, and quite frankly, I don't think that any of those folk would listen (or even if they possess actual ears).  For, you see, they are far too busy, concentrating on every detail, so when it all comes together in that one brief moment of flash and bang, there is plenty of oohs and aahs.  You see, those folks are interested in the result, the product.  So, it's quite understandable if they need to and not be attentive to our needs.  Of course, every model year is so different from the next.  When you screw up something that you had so perfect the year before, well, you never hear the end of it.  As I have said, there is no topic is too frail or too minuscule  And so, the village shares.

Oh, and in case, you are wondering about the feelings of this little village this season..well, cold bad, so Jack Frost and Old Man Winter bad.  Warm sun and wet lakes and rivers and streams good.  Fishing good.  Great Sun God Ra/Old Man fight bad.  Make Sun God stay.  I'm hungry when does Feasting Season start?   Oh, please, whatever you do, don't tell any of the villagers that there are those who plot the demise of Old Man Winter (I think a local chapter may exist), they would be beside themselves in glee.  No important work would ever get done if they knew.  It would be as if one unnamed presidential candidate from this election cycle actually spoke the language of the village.  Shhh!