Snow in April.  I guess it isn’t that big of a deal, given the winter we’ve had.  But, here it is April 15.  Tax Day.  And it is colder than a well-digger’s bottom.

It just goes to show you…. there is no such thing as a sure thing.

Spring has sprung, you see.  We’ve been singing things like…. “April Showers bring May Flowers”…. you know… warm weather songs.    But to no avail.

But while we are on the point of Summer Songs.  I am not a Jimmy Buffet fan.  At all.  It seems like people really start playing Jimmy Buffett songs in the summer.  How many times are these folks going to get wasted away in Margaritaville?  Most of his songs are kinda’ focused on the party.  “Why Don’t We Get Drunk?”  or “Last Mango in Paris”…

I guess if I had to choose any song of his that I could listen to, it would be “Cheeseburger in Paradise.”  Now….. that one seems right to me.  I mean… just about any time you have a cheeseburger…. it IS paradise.

But I guess  the definition of paradise depends on the person describing it.  Skiing down a mountain in Colorado, in 20 degree weather is FAR from paradise to me.  But there are some people who would chose this activity above all the rest.  Or scuba diving off the Great Barrier Reef.  While this may be a totally fascinating experience… it just isn’t my cup of tea.  Diving out of airplanes.  Big NOPE again.

It seems that paradise is quite specific to the individual.    Kind of like beauty.  It is all in the eye of the beholder.  I am not sure what my specific paradise would be.  Bowling, while watching football, and eating cheese burgers, at a dog-friendly bowling alley… sort of comes to mind.

But wouldn’t you know it.  I am WAY off topic.  I was going to write about the coldest April day on record.  Or…. was I going to write about the history of tax day.  Well… at this point… both are probably history.

Perhaps some of you are getting really big tax returns though.  Which may be paradise for a lot of you.  And…. I image that the folks who owe a whole bunch are probably going to take a little trip to Margaritaville.  I bet the IRS is to blame for the lost shaker of salt too.

“It isn’t what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about.”   –  Dale Carnegie

“Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It means that you’ve decided to look beyond the imperfections.” – Unknown