A day off. Kicked my feet up. Sipped on a piping hot cuppa tea. Spritzed the living room with a sweet vanilla fragrance. And fell asleep on the sofa to raindrops licking the windowpane. When I awoke, my fuzzy eyes cleared into focus. Upon snowflakes. Since when did rain turn into snow—just as April is around the corner??? The sibilant sound of the passing winds creaked the ol’ walls. And I just sat there. Staring.
Hours later and I am still stunned that it is snowing. Wasn’t it just in the mid-60s this past week?
Oy.
Now is not the time for snow, and here’s why. On Tuesday, much to my giddy, schoolgirl delight, I purchased my very own...
sparkling,
shiny,
silver,
Specialized
bicycle!
My rusted shite of a bike, from earlier years, has been adopted by a friend back in college town. She didn’t care about its decaying spine or tattered wheels. So, I sold it. But I will always remember it. That bike carried me through many years (not to forget the occasional splat!). But I knew I couldn’t bring it along to our new home. And I knew, in good time, I’d fancy a new bike. Hopefully to last me another ten years.
So, as I was saying, how in the dickens can it be snowing now? I’m positive the ”silverado” (as I like to call it) doesn’t appreciate being loved and adored the past two days only to succumb so soon to the dark, lonely laundry room in our building.
{{Sigh.}} Sometimes Mother Nature just isn’t fair.
.Plunge boldly into the thick of life.
--Goethe (1749-1832), German poet
