The middle of May has been slow to approach and each day brings a season altogether different than the day before. Today has barely seen fifty degrees for more than a few hours and even in this mild weather I have struggled to find a warm place to sit. If I had forgotten why I despise winter it does not escape me now. All the simple pleasures come with a certain labor to either ignore or endure the uncomfortable cold. Its this kind of cold that brings out the melodramatic monologues that eventually make me laugh as I reread my words with deep criticism. But honestly, Its cold and I hate it.
Its my "fix it" nature that drives me to buy two gallons of bright yellow egg-shell non-toxic paint (you know, for the children's sake) and paint the living room into a burning Sahara with added little touches of improbable fiction for my own happiness like Giraffes and Lions floating on the endless golden sand dunes. Now we're getting warmer. Here comes the Saharan snow cone salesman. He has all our favorite flavors in a three sided glass case swaying like an ocean liner on the back of a camel. Relax, the ice doesn't melt because its in a rear compartment on the flavor savor that has blacked out windows and its own, get this, solar powered refrigeration system. Yes. That just happened. I ask for one "Rainbow Swirl" and one "Dead Ninja Turtle". He asks "Whats a turtle?" I skip the part where I ask him how he knows what a ninja is and explain to just add the green flavor then blue, purple, orange with red all over. "Duh?, right?" Even for a desert dweller "Rainbow Swirl" came pretty natural to the callused roughed skinned rider. After the exchange of a few gold coins I found in my M.C. Hammer desert camo "jammer" pants that probably were left over from a 1980's Aladdin's Castle arcade token collection I spent my childhood hoarding, we walk happily over to a park bench and sit beneath the shade of a giant Magnolia tree.Seriously, you're going to question this story's realism due to the obvious non-indigenous tree species I've set our final scene with after we just got a great snow cone from a desert camel rider? Please. Just enjoy your snow cone and this nice warm air.
