Ok, so you need to know that it has been REALLY WARM here all winter. Christmas day was SIXTY-FIVE DEGREES, fer crying out loud. Week upon week have slid by, balmy and sunny and lovely and fine.
This morning Raphael woke me up by thundering into my bedroom and bellowing at me,
“IS JOSH HERE?”
Josh, my brother, was scheduled to arrive today with his girlfriend Teri. I peered past Raphael, out the window. The ground was white with snow and more was falling. Josh lives in Phoenix
Josh usually comes to visit in July.
“No, Josh isn’t here yet, Raphi. He’ll be here later today.”
Five minutes later the same scene replayed,
“IS JOSH HERE?”
Raphael was a bit excited to see his uncle.
Finally about this morning, I called Josh to see when he was arriving.
“Hey there, Sha,” I said breezily, “I just wanted to see when we could expect you. My options were A) to call you or B) to leave Raphael by the side of the road in the snow. So.”
“Yeah. Our plane gets in about four. Hey, I was just looking at the weather reports, and it seems you live in hell.”
“Ha! Ha ha ha! No, no. Hell is much warmer.”
“Right. What I love is the part where they predict the day of your wedding to have a high of 33 and ‘less snow.’ THAT sounds GREAT.”
It actually DOES sound great right about now, because now? NOW they’re predicting a high of FIFTEEN DEGREES on Saturday.
And plus! My van’s four wheel drive has stopped working! HAHAHAHA! And the repair shop feels that the solution to the problem is to take it into the dealership and proceed to bleeeeeed money, which HAHAHAHAHAHA isn’t something anyone’s been doing around here already, what with the Wedding and the House and the Fixing the House!
But that’s ok, because without the four wheel drive the van is sort of like a great big bobsled in snowy conditions. An unpredictable bobsled!
Ohhh, funny funny stuff.
No, I’m not stressed? Why?