For two days, we had the fifties. Y'know; beatniks, jazz, communist witch hunts, and early rock and/or roll. Okay, maybe not so much, but that was the way the mercury hung on the fahrenheit scale in quaint 'Merican degrees. It was fantastic. A romantic might say the air tasted of kisses with the promise of more to come. The next time I run into a romantic, after I help them up, I'll ask, as to confirm the hypothesis.
Yesterday, the ambient air temperature struggled to get above that of frozen water and the snow came. It was sloppy. There was enough fog and accidents and closures about that I took to saying the roads were broken and the mountains were closed. Not everyone got my use of humor to make light of the situation, and you'd think by now I'd be used to that. Yet the feeling of having to explain fire to an Australopithecus can qualify as frustrating.
Try it some time if you think I'm making it up...
The hounds and I woke to the sainted bluebird skies and the morning chill being chased away by Sol's radiation. We may see the forties. Y'know; swing, Nazis, and Casablanca. Okay, maybe not so much, but it might be where the mercury hangs on the fahrenheit scale in quaint 'Merican degrees, and, congregation, let us prey.
In helping out a friend/fellow proletariat, obligations prevented me from going on walkabout yesterday, which vaguely sucked, because I wanted to see how far the avalanche down Cherokee Gulch really ran, but mei fei tsu. The necessities of laundry and going to souk prevent me from wandering into the bush today. I repeat myself in saying so it goes.
Still, we're hopping over the Roof of the World for errands and adventures amongst the resort towns. The sky is clear and sun is shining. It's supposed to be clear and warm for the next few days before the next shot of snow. My next free day promises to be a sainted bluebird and I'll go walking then. And because it's me and I refuse to bare my jugular to boredom, I'll still have adventures in between on these lion and lamb days, because I'd be checking to see if bullets were edible otherwise.