In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four and twenty hours. ~Mark Twain
Lately, I have been on a Mark Twain binge. At work a while back I was tasked with finding a quote by some now-deceased former Supreme Court judge, and in the process, stumbled across a treasure-trove of Mark Twain quotes. I truly don't believe there will ever be another quite like him! I swear I can find one of his quotations to match the circumstances of each and every day...
Anyway, I also recently stumbled across a blog I really like, "I Should be Folding Laundry." Each Wednesday she has a "You Capture" photo prompt that invites you to take and post your photos that have to do with the assignment of the week. For about the last 3 months I have intermittently taken the photos, but never get around to posting them for one reason or another. The assignment for today was "spring," a thought that is near and dear to my heart, being that I live in Utah and may never actually see that season for more than 3 days, after it quits snowing around the 4th of July and blasts into the oppressively heavy heat on July 7th through October 30th when we will hit winter head-on, once again.
This morning we woke up to snow and pretty hefty wind gusts that managed to knock the basketball pole over, even though I can't move it on my own. I dashed outside to clean off my car and warm it up before heading to work, braving the wind which blew snow into my face. I drove off to work, but within a few miles of home the "low coolant" light on the dash started screaming at me with its bright red light, and when I looked at the temperature gauge, it was wayyyyyy hotter than it should have been in such a short time. I turned the car around and headed back home (which, apparently, I shouldn't have done. I should have sat there and waited for it to cool down. I didn't dare tell my hubby that I actually contemplated driving to work that way! Shhhhh....).
Once at home I cleaned all the snow off and transferred all my things into my Tahoe but, alas, the keys were nowhere to be found. Turns out Tom locked them away in his footlocker to remove any temptation they might hold for Evan, who, once again, finds himself grounded from driving until he's approximately 73. So, I stomp inside and ask where I might find the keys. I explain the problem, but get informed that the power steering on the Tahoe is messed up, so I should take Tom's '89 Chevy S-10 truck, "but first you need to get all my stuff out." After cleaning off yet another vehicle covered in snow, I get all his stuff out: sunglasses? check; wallet? check; gum? check; keys? check; work gloves? check, etc. etc. Man does he have a lot of stuff! When I go to move it into his newer Chevy S-10 truck, I discover the doors are locked, and none of the keys on the keychain I have work.
I stomp in the house again, where hubby has come awake enough now to know that he doesn't want me driving his truck. He puts on his overalls and flip-flops and heads out to fill my power steering fluid, back in the Tahoe. I finally am able to hit the road, a mere 40-minutes late for work, with the windshield wipers batting huge snowflakes away to a rapid beat. In an attempt to relax, I turn on the radio where I hear an advertisement for a local tire company:
Radio man, in a disgustingly happy voice: "Spring is finally here, and it's time to put away those snow tires! Blah, blah, blah..."
Really? You think spring is here, do ya?!!! I won't tell you what I told that nice man, but you can bet it wasn't even remotely ladylike....
Last week, when Mother Nature was teasing us in her mean and nasty way, Savannah and I went for a walk and took these photos:
She is way prettier than any spring flower!
Another "fun" thing we like to do around here is set things on fire, but you wouldn't believe how much work it actually is...
Here's hoping that the sun comes back again soon!