Not really SAD, but
A lot of people are affected with Seasonal Affective Disorder in Wisconsin. We have many, many days without sun during the winter months. This year, we've had a string of days with heavy fog and unseasonably warm temperatures in the 30's and 40's. Personally, I can't claim that I've ever really felt the effects of SAD, but this year, knowing that we are likely moving west later next year, I've been very impatient and annoyed with Wisconsin weather. Sun trying to fight through the clouds It hasn't helped that my daily routine involves looking at the weather in Fort Collins and Tucson. Their weather has been spectacularly sunny and more pleasant this time of year. So, I haven't been blogging much because not much is going on. I've substituted indoor pickleball for hiking. The trails have been muddy and not much fun. For Christmas, we had my mother, Julia's brother and Allie here. I went and retrieved my mother from Cedar Rapids a...
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Over the years, as you too have likely experienced, we stout (and porter) enthusiasts suddenly find ourselves choking, gagging and, if there's clear area, SPEWING after a sip of dark-colored piss-water.
Dad used to make a show of rolling the cork next to his ear (it's dry and "crackles" if the bottle has not been properly stored), sniffing the cork (for initial notes & to prime the olfactory) and the dramatic swishing of the initial sip.
I never saw this performance for myself but heard of it from Mom. In acknowledgement of the tradition, I have, once or twice, taken advantage of an occasion such as you describe to clutch my throat while performing the aforementioned dramatics (gagging etc.)
If nothing else, I've obtained a modicum of revenge and paid homage to my paternal grandparents who, because they didn't need to work, dabbled in *The Theater.*
Some people say forgive & forget; I recently read Wallace Stegner (*Wallace Stegner and the American West* by Phillip L. Fradkin) held grudges and savored his rare revenges. You might enjoy it.
I’ll give that book a look. I’m more a fan of sweet revenge than smoldering grudges that do the holder harm. I can forgive for those who don’t know better, so long as the ignorance isn’t intentional.