Monday Catch Up

Not much going on here, except, it's cold -- very cold.
 

A Friday Conversation

Yesterday, here in MO, it was cold and icy and in the twenties. As you read this on Monday morning, nothing has changed; it’s still cold and icy. On Friday, it was around 60 degrees.

I had this conversation on Friday.

“It’s cold and I don’t like it.” I tell my newest roommate (I call the person or persons who share the mobile classroom building (doublewide trailer, but we aren’t supposed to call it that) with me).

She says, “Winter has just started.”

“I know, but I don’t like it,” I say, mournfully. “And I don’t like snow.”

“It needs to snow at least once to kill all the stuff that’s making everyone sick.”

“I don’t want it to snow.”

“Don’t you think the kids need at least one snow day?” she asks.

I say, “Not really.” But, I really mean no.

A Saturday Conversation

We’re traveling down a windy road to get to a small city twenty some miles away to shop – my daughter and me. My up-close vision is shot, but my distance vision is right on. Up ahead I can see something big in the road, not moving, and taking up most of my lane.

In that moment, my mind flashes through possible scenarios of what could possibly be in the direct path of my car: a large dog, a deer who met a car head on or the elderly man who rides his bike many miles to town and back to do whatever he does.

I say to my daughter, “Don’t look. Don’t look. There’s something in the road.”

As we get closer, I don’t want to look so I say, “What is it? What is it?”

Dr. Lovely Daughter says, “I don’t know. You told me not to look.”

We both look and she says, “It’s somebody’s trash.”

Have a happy week! Stay warm!