From inside, looking out, thinking:
“It looks beautiful out there. I don’t see the trees bending from the wind. The weather folks must be nuts.”
Outside:
“What the W%TEW#%#%#%? I can’t believe how cold and windy it is. I am pumping gas and not sure I can wait for 8 gallons of gas to fill. My hands are freezing. And the wind! Yikes!!”
Yes, it’s true: Things are not always how they seem. You can’t tell a book from its cover. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Or some such thing.
I managed to keep my fingers intact, ran into the service station, bought a couple of power ball tickets and headed for the closest bar, for margarita pizza.
I am hooked on that crazy pizza: The tomatoes, the cheese, basil and garlic. Oh yeah.
Puff is not feeling well again, so I came home to make sure she was resting. She was, all right, in my bed. And she gets mad if I try to move her.
Back to reading for me, on this blustery, cold winter day, counting the hours til the warmup is in sight.
And to think I grew up in Minnesota.
Let me retract that: I lived in Minnesota.
As you know, I have never grown up.
Wolf
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