Thursday Thoughts

Winter Wonderland
The news has been full of predictions for record-breaking snow and cold temperatures across the United States over the next few days. Colorado is part of the path that storm will take, albeit not expected to be hit as badly as, say, Minnesota. Nevertheless, temperatures are expected to be in the zero range this morning. I’m very sad for our friends and family who are in Colorado, but I must say that I’m not sad that Bill and I are missing out on that inclement weather. A temperature of zero is cold, baby, cold. I feel sorry for our grands who will have to be out in the cold weather to get to school. They’re tougher than we are, however. It wouldn’t surprise me if our grandson Alastair wears shorts.

Blow the Man Down
While the temperatures in the Valley of the Sun aren’t in the ‘teens, the high yesterday was only in the 50s. That’s particularly chilly for this time of the year in AZ. Yesterday morning, I was awakened around 4:30 a.m. by the sound of wind blowing hard enough to send small dogs flying through the air. I got out of bed around 5:15, and it was still dark. The wind is especially spooky when you can’t see what damage it is doing. Then, to top it off, it started to rain. And when I say rain, I mean RAIN. AZ has had a particularly wet winter and spring. Between the rain and the wind, it sounded like the world was coming to an end.

The Tooth of the Matter
Bill went over to the dentist yesterday afternoon to (we thought) finally get the crowns put onto the implants. Jeez, the man hasn’t had back teeth for six months or more. Alas, when they took a look in his mouth, they realized he had not yet had his root canal, so there was no point in putting on the caps at this point. Duh. You think I would have thought of that, even given that I don’t have a degree in dentistry. So, he gets his root canal on March 3, and, with luck, will get his crowns on a couple of weeks after that. It’s always something, isn’t it? And if it’s not, it’s something else.

Yesterday being Ash Wednesday, we weren’t able to eat meat. For lunch, we went to Culvers and had fried shrimp. For dinner, I made fettucine al fredo with shrimp. Not much of a sacrifice, but a lot of calories! Before noon, I had already broken my Lenten vow to give up swearing. Oh well. There’s 39 more days and 39 more nights to make up for it.