Happily sitting on the Beloved Deck ... talking Spiritual things with the Palm Tree with the oyster eyes, Coconut bra and grass skirt ... watching Fran's thousand shades of green dance in the sunshine ... Goddess laying under my bare feet ... surrounded by blooming things.
When suddenly the Ocean Breeze kicks up.
"Well Hell," I say out loud, standing to watch a thin blanket of grey cotton clouds make its way towards me like foggy evil smoke in an old Frankenstein movie.
"Oh Come on," I say to God, "the Elections are over so it's already cold enough in the world!"
God doesn't respond as the clouds grow thicker.
'WELL," I yell at the sky, "Besides Sarah and I watched the Country Music Awards last night and ... aside from that girl who looks just like every other Country girl singer who did a killer version of "Gentle on My Mind" ... every other song sounded just alike and IT WAS PURE HELL!
God still doesn't say anything though Seagulls and birds squawk taking cover in the trees.
"ARE YOU SIDING WITH METEROLOGISTS?" I scream at the Lord frustrated that a perfectly good morning is being ruined.
Squirrels start gathering nuts in the back yard.
"FINE!" I angrily spit, turning my back on Heaven.
My phone buzzes and it's a Tweet from Kris Allred ... a Meteorologist who's daughter is BFF with Cassidy, Sarah's 7 year old ... letting me know "Warm today but turning cooler Friday and into the weekend. Just how cold will it be ..."
I hate Kris Allred ... though her kids are funny.
"NOT WINTER," I angrily yell at God who pulls back the blanket of clouds and sends me some sunshine.
"Alright," I say slumping back in my chair, "I forgive you. Can you call winter off though?"
The grey blanket of clouds cover the sun.
"Thanks," I mumble.
God doesn't say anything.
