A friend wintering in Arizona has e-mailed a complaint. His children who live way up here don't want to hear about the weather way down there. How astonishing! Has my friend forgotten why he and his wife are wintering way down there in Arizona? Today, the roads way up here are slick, iced like a cake. I just called to cancel a taxi I'd ordered and was profusely thanked. "You don't want to go out in this weather?" "No. The thought doesn't thrill me." "Oh, thank you, thank you for cancelling. The drivers don't want to go out either."
Yesterday, the roads were fine when I was returning home from my swim at the YWCA at 5:00 P.M. Then the weather-that-no-one-wants-to-talk-about changed. According to a friend who goes to bed early, one of our newscasters reported on the _____ o'clock news that there had been 2,700 fender benders last night between the hours of ______ and ______. Wow!
I don't know what my friend's children will do today, but I plan to rid the refrigerator of all biological experiments, whatever has a tinge of green. I will cook, then eat or freeze, whatever might be rescued. I will look at the stack of paper next to my computer desk and conduct an examination of conscience: Am I hoarder or am I simply lazy? I'm either one or the other. Quite possibly, I might spend a few minutes here and there, tossing, sorting, and filing. Then again, I quite probably won't because I'm either lazy or a hoarder. And what will my friends wintering in Arizona be doing? He probably will be playing golf. She probably will be playing tennis. Disgusting!
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