Home Opinion Jeff Petersen: ON SECOND THOUGHT Crazy busy
Ever since Dr. Oz said blood pressure should be 115/75, mine has been on the rise.
Merry Christmas to you too, TV doctor. Cheers from
La Petite, the town formerly known as La Grande, or The Big.
This blood pressure crisis became obvious when I was trying to meditate and started to hyperventilate.
Standing in line at the drug store exacerbated the problem. Surrounded by blood pressure-reducing medications, I could feel my pressure soar. Yikes.
Part of the rise is due to the Christmas rush. I got so busy this December I started to wrap the Christmas tree and to mail my auxiliary cat, Sophie.
Then there’s the heart-racing panic of wondering if your gifts are good enough.
Beyond that, there was the uprising of the Shanghai Crud. The shot apparently failed to cover this gift from the flu fairy.
It could be worse. Most women are busier than men with the holiday challenge of living up to the feminine mystique — baking, wrapping gifts, decorating homes, lawn ornaments and so on.
Then there is the commute to work. At this time of the year it resembles an episode of that popular TV show “Ice Road Truckers.”
Blame the prevailing south winter winds of the Grande Ronde Valley. An inch of snow can turn into a small mountain of drifts.
Winter, not spring, is the valley’s predominant windy time. Seems the colder air in the higher Baker Valley gets sucked into the warmer Grande Ronde Valley over Craig Mountain.
The Christmas spirit and the Nice List, it seems, are being blown to Summerville.
If you’re like me, you could use 10 extra hours a day to complete the to-do list as the calendar approaches that most magical of holidays, St. Patrick’s Day.
I mean Christmas.
Blame winter. On the calendar it began Tuesday. In reality it started on Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, when any goose worth its feathers got the heck out of Wind Valley.
Also blame La Nina. Northeast Oregon has been a Late Fall Wonderland with much global warming to shovel, bless Al Gore’s heart anyway.
What’s worse, on the highways many drivers are celebrating with a festival of lights — foglights, that is. You’d think we were some foggy bottom capital of the world. Then when there is fog they drive with no lights on.
What’s more, driving the front-wheel-drive Prius snow leopard means skating around the streets of La Grande like Scott Hamilton in a Stars on Ice holiday skating show.
If that’s not enough to get the blood pressure soaring, the counter-surfing opportunities of Christmas goodies seem endless.
Meeting the expectations of the good Dr. Oz will have to wait until the New Year.
Merry Christmas, everybody.