Believe It Or Not

It was playing in my head when I woke up in the night and it was still there this morning.

"Believe it or not, I'm walkin' on air
I never thought I could feel so free
Flyin' away on a wing and a prayer
Who could it be?
Believe it or not it's just me."

 Believe it or not, I have been waiting for our first snow! because I had a poem I wanted to use this month. It's the one that starts out:
"November comes
And November goes
With the last red berries
And the first white snows"
I even had the photos picked out to go along with the stanzas - all I needed was this November's first snow picture. Then I realized I had already used the poem in November two years ago.

Believe it or not, our November high temperatures have been 25 to 35 degrees above average. One day last week, a new record high of 70° was set. It's to be in the 60's again today, so whether or not you believe in global warming, I do.

Believe it or not, I once came '_' this close to a job at the post office. I was reminded of this yesterday when I read of the death of one of our former rural mail carriers. Frank was one of the nicest men you would ever meet. When the kids and I moved back 'home' after my Dad died, I did so without a job lined up. There was an open position advertised at the post office. I had to go to Des Moines to take the postal exam.
I didn't get the job. Frank was the one who told me my test score was the highest, but the man who did get the job was a veteran and veterans were given priority.

To think, I could have had years as a federal employee (I was in my 30's at the time) and comfortably retired with a very nice pension - not to mention all the money I would have earned over the years.

"Believe it or not, I'm walkin' on air
I never thought I could feel so free
Flyin' away on a wing and a prayer
Who could it be?
Believe it or not, it's not me!"