Weather

The biltchslap has happened. Monday, everybody was running around in shorts--relieved that the snow happened before Easter like they predicted. That dusting of white was nuthin'. Tuesday, folks were still hopeful, but by Wednesday all hope for a garden was gone. It's been snowing for three days straight. I even overheard one of the sourdoughs Change the dead line of snow from Easter, to Mother's Day, as if this kind of weather can be explained and boxed into the "We knew it was gonna happen" category. Hmph.

Gorgeous, really. One of the local cops even got his Mustang stuck in the ditch by the coffee shop. One of my customers wanted to know if I could get it to stop. I told him I could put in the request, but I wouldn't be sincere about it. I missed the snow. That, and I was already killing mosquitoes on Monday. This weather should kill off most of them now.

The downside of this is that I fell in the shop yesterday. I was getting swamped with customers, and the kitchen help was either deaf or ignoring me, so I went to put out an airpot, and wiped out in front of a HUGE crowd of people. (1) Scraped my arms on the coffee bar; (2)put my guardian angel to work by making sure my chin missed the coffee bar--gawd, I would have never lived past getting knocked out in public--; (3) I made a great save of catching the coffee pot before it fell on me.

I started to feel like a train wreck last night. Today, I'm a little stiff, but it's not bad. The bruise on my left arm doesn't look half as bad as that time I fell in Silversprings, Co., but everybody winces when they see it.

Grace was never one of my selling points. That's one reason I don't dance.