Today, I took a walk to call home and to get a better look at the gray mountains that loom on the edge of town. The morning had been sunny and light-sweater-weather, but by the time I got out the door a wild Wyoming wind had whipped up over the plains, and soon I saw flecks of snow scattering from the heavy clouds overhead. Within five minutes, I was drenched in an ice storm which wailed on me for nearly an hour before the sky cleared again and the weather warmed up. I suppose Wyoming is just reminding me who’s boss.
~Lisa Shafter
Money spent today: $4 (I thought it was perfect ice cream weather, and there’s a Coldstone Creamery in town…)
Leeway so far: $192.05
And they call the wind. . .? I'm not sure what they call it in Wyoming. And once again I prove my point to Mary that Lisa says all weather is ice cream weather. : )
ReplyDeleteMiss ya dear daughter, but I'm doing battle with the ghosts in my attic, metaphorically speaking. Or maybe it's squirrels. Or maybe it's this gray in your post that's grabbed me.
Karen would agree that all weather is ice cream weather! In fact, if she somehow ended up in the void (and survived, of course) she'd probably say that THAT was perfect weather for ice cream, too, and that the void just leaves more room for the ice cream!
ReplyDeleteP.S. to Lisa, I'm doing my best to chase the squirrels out of your dad's metaphorical attic! But don't catch pneumonia while out admiring the gray mountains or I'm not sure if even a double-dose of Lee's will cheer him up!