Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Oh Well...
My Mother was a remarkably resilient and complacent soul; how often I heard from her the expression "Oh well"! Of course, it could be mentioned that she was often gazing at me when she uttered these words. Be that as it may, today was a day when I could have used her sunny disposition, as there wasn't much else sunny here: after a tropical early spring, the upper midwest has been plunged back into almost February-like weather. Today started cold, and then got colder. As I ventured outside, a grey, billowing cloud bank suddenly rushed in over the ridge, dropping the temperature ten degrees in minutes, swirling right down to the ground, then pelleting everything with graupel, propelled almost horizontally by the frigid wind, turning the ground white. I beat a hasty retreat, and turned on the gas fireplace. Oh well! On top of that, in the morning Liz flies to Orlando for the Oncology Nursing Congress, where it is predicted to be 80-85 degrees. The only good news is that the supermarket has Tombstone pizzas on sale, three for ten dollars, so I won't starve. I hauled the step ladder up to our closet so Liz could get her suitcase down from the shelf; when I told her the ladder was ready, she said "Well, I guess I'll go do it now, it's probably better to do it sooner rather than latter." God, I love that girl!
// posted by IBOY @ 9:09 PM 
