To move in a heavy-footed way. Things that may galumph: elephants, Frankenstein's monster, the Abominable Snowman, and people competing in a three-legged race. Not surprisingly, a "gollumpus" is a large, clumsy fellow."
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You'd never know it was May 26th in Wisconsin. Today's high? 50 degrees. The weather has left us with no choice but to a.) cry and b.) galumph around in rain coats, rain boots, and rain 'tudes. We're coming up on Memorial Day weekend, and the last thing anyone wants is a sniffle, a chill, and layers of clothing — but there's a glimmer of hope. The weatherman (can he be trusted?) predicts a balmy 75 and sunny this Monday, and that's something to look forward to. The hope and promise of such a lovely day (which will get its own post or two later) makes today's rain boots a little easier to bear. After all, at least these rubber shoes are plaid and peppy — a constant "screw you" to mean old Mother Nature (when she's mean). We'll see if she keeps her promise to smile us on next Monday — if she does, it'll surely be a Memorial Day worth remembering.
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