Baby Boomster
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
 
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

Well a year later with17 inches of snow rapidly melting -- here we are, another Valentine's Day. This year, I specifically requested "No flowers, please!" I just can't take another bouquet of roses or tulips that sadly and pathetically droop in a few hours, or the same staid arrangements of flowers stuck in foam with a plastic base - nope -- not this year.

Take me on a museum trek, or to an art gallery with an impromptu lunch. Wisk me away to an overnight bed and breakfast. Choose a magical scent or sweet essence to please, or a bit of bling to treasure, or a spa certificate to pamper. OR ...

Forget the above. Most importantly, just be with me. Really be with me. Talk to me, touch me, hold me. Make me feel like you really care. Life is so short, it can be sweet, if we just take the time to enjoy it...together.

If you can't be fun, or spontaneous or original - it's okay if only you would be with me.


 
WHAT ARE THE ODDS?
One of the mildest winters for the Mid-Atlantic States ever recorded and what are the odds:
A small snow storm - one day + unseasonably warm temperatures - next day = black ice following morning.
Poor guy, doing everything so right, watches his diet, eats organic and even owns a health food store, exercises nearly every morning at the gym, hits a patch of black ice driving from the gym to work, truck slams into a pole - now the healthiest corpse in the cemetery.
A neighbor so excited with his new snowblower, tests it out early in the season with the first paltry snow fall, can't get enough, so over zealous, he cleans out my driveway too. Wow - waits patiently for the next snow storm. He's so ready, December and January come and go, -- nothing! Then finally the blizzard of '06 hits! Out he goes to utilizing his super snow machine and, oh no - the belt breaks just as he turns it on. Can't go out to get a replacement because there's 17 inches of the white stuff between him and the store. Just has to dig out the old fashioned way with a shovel and lots of elbow grease. What are the odds?


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