Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Yesterday I looked out the window before I dressed for my errands and saw a gray sky. The branches were moving in a strong breeze. I slipped on the ankle boots I've been wearing all winter, and topped myself off with a levi jacket and the new pashmina I bought in New York. I didn't know it was 81° and the hottest day of the year. Of course, in my scarf and boots, I was the hottest girl of the year.
Today it looked sunny and calm and I dressed for spring in a light skirt and sandals. I breezed into the mall with a spring in my step. An hour later I started toward the exit and noticed that it was snowing! Not just flakes, but a full-blown blizzard!
I looked down at my sandals and started muttering to myself, "Are you kidding me??? It's snowing! This is ridiculous. I don't even have shoes!" A lady walking in the door overheard me, and said, "Did you say something?" I laughed, and started to explain why I was talking to myself, when I realized she was preoccupied with her stroller and little girl. So my words just kind of trailed off. Then my sandal caught on the floor mat, and I burst out with, "Spring has not sprung!"
"Mommy, is she talking to me?"
The cute mom bent down to caution her five-year-old about women with no shoes who talk out loud to themselves in public places. I dashed into the squall with a new spring in my step.