Weird Weather (or, Welcome to Albuquerque)

Usually I begin with a quote, but I think that the genius of Bill Watterson is plenty. Lots of wisdom in those comic strips.

The sun has returned and the snow is already melting. That's how things work around here: one day it's windy, frigid, and snowing or raining to no end, and the next the sun is out and Albuquerque is one big sauna. Yesterday, I was bundled up in a beanie, my coat, and a sweater, and today looks like I'll be in shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. Maybe I'll even sport a lei.

I remember one Sunday when I was much younger, I was with my grandmother on our weekly outing, and it was pouring. We were drenched, but it was very strange because, for some reason, there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was sunny and warm, but with rain. I swear, I'm living in the twilight zone.

In any case, the snow was fun while it lasted. I had my one annual snowball fight, and now I'm greeted by slush, hard snow, and some icicles. When I was younger, I'd freeze snow in Ziploc baggies so I could continue the snowball fight in August. I meant to that this year, so I could surprise Kim this summer with a big ol' snowball in the back of the head. It's too late now, though, because slush doesn't freeze as well. I don't think she'd appreciate a concussion-inducing block of ice to the back of the head.