Enjoying April showers

“Love Rainy Day,” “Singing in the Rain” and “April Showers,” I’ve been singing them loudly (in my head) for the past three days.
I know these April showers will bring May flowers; unfortunately, there are mostly dandelions in my lawn. My tulips and daffodils disappeared when we put in the new sidewalks.
I’m sure there isn’t a senior citizen who can’t remember picking those beautiful yellow flowers and taking them to her/his mother as a special gift. Or a mother or grandmother who didn’t give those smiling little kids with a handful of yellow “weeds” a big hug and thank them a thousand times, put them in a glass and set them in the middle of the table. Oh, to be young again! Now we spend hours digging the blasted things out of our lawns.
Although, I will admit, I’ve driven by abandoned houses and seen those yellow weeds and, yes, they look beautiful still.
I have opened the patio door several times and stuck my nose out to see if it smells like spring yet. The answer has been no.
But it is track season, and meets seem to draw wind, rain and cold for the first few weeks.
I remember when Joni was a junior in high school, we were at the state meet in Casper and it started snowing early Friday morning. They ran the first few preliminaries, and you could hardly see the runners at the starting line. So about 10 a.m. they cancelled events. By Saturday the weather had cleared--you had to brush snow off the bleachers--but by midday it was beautiful. No more prelims, everything was a final. We all came home with sunburns. That’s Wyoming for you.
Took advantage of being rain-bound to email my friend Mary Lee in Canada. I haven’t contacted her for four or five months. We emailed back and forth for a good part of the afternoon.
She’s my “young” friend. She won’t turn 90 until May 4. It seems impossible that we have been friends for close to 83-84 years. I haven’t seen her in probably 20 years, but we pick up a conversation like we had coffee together a week ago. Friendships are a wonderful thing, a treasure that shouldn’t be overlooked or taken for granted.
She caught me up on the celebrations they had been having for several of their professional football teams. Two such teams owe thanks to Greybull’s own Tom Wilkinson, who was a major contributor to their success.
Emailing back and forth made a dreary, gray day pass much faster.
March Madness has been fun to watch. Exciting games all last week.
It was interesting listening to a guest on one of the talk shows. He and I don’t know how many others are planning to sky dive at the exact time of the eclipse. They have tabulated the altitude to the two-minutes of complete dark. They plan to jump out of the plane at the first instant and said they could conceivably land before the two minutes it is expected to last are over. Sounds complicated, but he was excited about the adventure.
I can’t believe the money they say is being spent by people to be a part of the “historical two minutes.”
I did watch the 2017 event--sat outside of the office on a bench, sunglasses on. The one part that shocked me was the drop in temperature. No one told me, or I would have worn a jacket!