Transition
Monday, August 28th, 2006
Talk about a rude awakening. We left hot , sunny Fresno (102), semi-hot D.C., and got off the plane in Geneva to a chilly, Swiss summer. Friday afternoon was gorgeous with a cool high of 68. SIXTY-EIGHT. (Someone left the frig door open.) This is not August weather. Did we change hemispheres?
Saturday afternoon the storms rolled in. We hadn’t seen rain in over 7 weeks during our travels. Down it came and it didn’t stop all night long.
I’m sitting at my computer this afternoon (3:19 pm) wearing long pants, short-sleeve shirt with a sweat shirt. All the lights are on in my study. Dark clouds cover the sun. My throat aches and I think I’m getting the chills.
In California it’s 6:19 am and the sun is shining on the back yard. The sprinklers have been running for 30 minutes and the Fresno Bee is wrapped in clear plastic just waiting for me to pick it up from the front walkway. Mom and Dad have been up for an hour already and the coffee’s brewed. It’s time to go to the back deck with my bowl of Lucky Charms and read how the Giants faired.
Time to “transition”…
Saturday afternoon the storms rolled in. We hadn’t seen rain in over 7 weeks during our travels. Down it came and it didn’t stop all night long.
I’m sitting at my computer this afternoon (3:19 pm) wearing long pants, short-sleeve shirt with a sweat shirt. All the lights are on in my study. Dark clouds cover the sun. My throat aches and I think I’m getting the chills.
In California it’s 6:19 am and the sun is shining on the back yard. The sprinklers have been running for 30 minutes and the Fresno Bee is wrapped in clear plastic just waiting for me to pick it up from the front walkway. Mom and Dad have been up for an hour already and the coffee’s brewed. It’s time to go to the back deck with my bowl of Lucky Charms and read how the Giants faired.
Time to “transition”…
