Dreaming of a White... Halloween?

Alex and I ate breakfast some time after 11. We laughed through the whole meal; my family is crazy. But we have a damn good time.

During the eccentric planning of the day that was discussed during our breakfast, my mother and father were playfully bickering about “them” – our new, endearing term for the two dogs.

“You promised them that you’d go!” my mother whined on the four-legged beasts’ behalves, encouraging my father to take them for a walk at the dam.

“Like they remember,” my father replied wickedly, laughing at himself.

“They so will.”

“Then they can remind me this afternoon.”

“It’s going to rain this afternoon.”

“Wrong,” he retorted through smiling teeth. Apparently my father still hasn’t learned that your wife is always right, even after 25 years of marriage.

“Am not!” her eyes sparkled with laughter as she made her tiny hands into fists and placed them defiantly at her hips. “I watched the news and the weatherman said it’s going to precipitate.”

My father’s face shown all too proudly. “Percipitate yes, rain no.” Then with a dramatic gesture of his arms, “It’s going to snow.”

That’s when Alex and I started laughing too.


Not too long ago we were in short sleeves. I just wore my Rondini sandals out last week for a walk. Snow? No way. It was too warm of a summer for the snow to start in October… right?

Wrong.

Sure enough, it’s snowing outside. Looks like a blizzard. It probably won’t stick and even if it does, it’s going to be 65¬ºF the day after tomorrow.

Welcome to New England.


I really do miss France.