April fool’s day and the month itself decided to get into the act.
We escaped March, which is traditionally the snowiest month of the year around here, with very little snow and unseasonably warm temperatures. After a mild winter, March of 2015 came in like a lamb and went out like a muppet baby.
Not that there isn’t plenty of time for a blizzard. This is Minnesota, after all.
But once in a while, we really do get lucky.
All week, I’ve heard forecasts saying that Wednesday would be warm; over 70! But with thunderstorms. April was coming in like a thick, wet blanket.
Didn’t happen.
All morning it was warm, clear and delightful. MJ and I planned to walk around the lake. We met at Katie’s house at 2, as dark gray skies boiled up out west. We decided to walk to the band stand and back, keeping an eye on the dark clouds so as not to get caught in the rain. There was no rain but a fierce wind that blew the dark clouds away before we finished our walk. The wind was ridiculous. At the north end of the lake, the ice still on the water was being blown up onto shore and the air conditioner effect made that end of the lake ten degrees cooler . We turned up to Linden hills blvd and continued our walk elsewhere.
The wind kept us from realizing that the temps got up into the 80s. It was a lovely day!
The predicted storm finally showed up around 8:30 or nine. I saw it coming from my TV room; all pink and orange lightening. It was gorgeous. We got a heavy downpour for a short while then the whole thing blew away. April came in like a noisy drunk, who makes you think he's going to puke on your couch but instead just called a cab and passed out in the back seat.
We should be so lucky as to get rain every night this month. Such hot, sunny springs with nocturnal precipitation are rare and appreciated.
As I was leaving the house to meet MJ, I tripped over an Amazon package on my back deck. It was a lovely pair of light blue sandals with nice, sturdy soles, sent from my sister Margy with a Happy Birthday message, telling me to stop abusing my poor, aching feet.
Lovely!
I didn’t find the note immediately, as it was under the box the shoes came in. Margy knows my size and my style and color preferences so the sandals are exactly what I would’ve ordered for myself. In fact, I actually had to look up my amazon account to be sure I hadn’t ordered them myself and simply forgotten. (Hey, I’m going to be 55 in two weeks; I forget stuff.)
Once I satisfied myself that I hadn’t in fact ordered them, I suspected Margy. She’s the best gift giver in the family. And the only one who knows my size, style and color preferences so well. The shoes aren’t the first thing she’s sent me that was exactly what I would’ve chosen for myself.
Yay Margy!
I called her to say thanks.
April is off to a booming start and it only gets better from now until November!