Early this morning my wife said, “There’s snow on the car.”
I rolled over in bed, looked at the time (7:45) and said, “No there isn’t.”
“Yes there is,” she said, fully dressed, ready to go to Ollie’s house.
["Time to fly south." "No it isn't." "Yes it is." "No it isn't.": GAH]
“No there isn’t.”
“Yes there is.”
I give up, I thought. There’s no sense arguing with someone who is awake and had time to look out the window while I tossed about wondering why I keep dreaming about being back in the classroom with a bunch of unruly kids and no supplies. Not even a measly piece of chalk.
[Message left by unknown cat, in place of usual deposit: GAH]
My gosh people. She was right.
However, I remain confident that a seasonal-type fall will return and I’ll get several motorcycle rides before winter settles upon our fair and chilly land.
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Overly optimistic?
Might be because I’m still in slippers and a bit more caffeine-free than usual.
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2 comments:
May I offer my deepest sympathy. It's just too soon!
the neighbourhood cat was right on.
GAH
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