CSotD: The lion sleeps tonight with a single blanket.
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Caulfield refuses to be logicked out of his joy in today's Frazz.
Having Frazz quietly poke holes in Caulfield's theories is an ongoing theme in the strip, which is one that often makes you stop and think before you get it. Between Caulfield and Frazz, the odd cultural reference and twists of logic can get a little obscure.
Frazz often comes out on top, but other times, as in today's strip, Caulfield has a good comeback.
At least in theory. Yes, we both get a pair of 31-day months in summer.
In practice, though, the corresponding pairs of 31-day winter months hardly balance things out. You have to go to some pretty odd parts of Argentina and Chile to get anything down there in the way of what we would acknowledge as winter up here.
Sorry, Caulfield, but, upon further review, it's not a bit fair after all.
It'll be the middle of winter, we'll be in the depths of some blizzardy stretch and my Facebook friends from South Africa will be posting shots of the area around Cape Town with palm trees and sailboats, and I look at them, and then I look out the window, and I glower and think to myself, yes, well, just wait six months: You'll get yours!
Only they don't.
As I write this, it's a bit before noon in Cape Town, midwinter and 61 degrees under sunny skies. The closest thing to a cold day is in Bloemfontein, where they are predicting a low of -3, which sounds a lot like winter until you convert it to Fahrenheit and realize it's only 27. And at the moment, it's 58.
Which means you might want to put on a jacket, and don't forget to cover the tomatoes tonight.
I did find a small bit of revenge, though.
I was hoping to link to a song that mentions the South African winter, which I learned from the groundbreaking South African musical revue, "Wait a Minim," in which Dana Valery sweetly shifted back and forth between Afrikaans and English, singing:
Daar is'n wind wat waai
Om die kaap se draai
Hy waai my hier
En hy waai my daar
Daar is'n wind wat waai
Waai my deurmekaar
Hy waai so sterk
En hy waai my klaar
Slowly, slowly falls the winter rain
Oh, how I long for the sun again
There's such a sad, sad feeling in my heart
Since my man and I have drifted apart
So, blow me, wind, blow me far away
Blow me far from Table Bay.
But in looking for it on-line, I couldn't find the slow, sweet, sentimental ballad from the show.
Instead, I find that, in the Southern Hemisphere, the thing is apparently performed as a polka.
Ha! Boy, am I glad I don't have to live down there!
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