Folks in our community have explained to us that this past winter has been the worst they’ve seen in a very long time. We were iced in for 2 1/2 months, unable to escape in any direction. We couldn’t walk outside because the ice was thick and snow was piled high. It has only been recently that we were able to safely drive out of town. And then we were asked to shelter in place.
So yesterday, the first day we have felt like it in six weeks, Mel and I escaped town. And do you know where we went?
Yeah, does that make any sense to you?
I’m calling this irony, but I know there’s got to be a better word for it. Would a wordsmith out there please suggest a better one? No, not idiocy. Not insanity. We had actually driven south toward the mountains for a nice hike in the desert, but since we were there, we couldn’t resist playing in the snow. Actually, we hadn’t been able to do that all winter because of the horrific wind and cold.
We had a good hike. Another irony? My allergies acted up because, despite the deep snow, there is pollen blowing around out there. The temp was in the 50s.
This looks nothing like those places. If you live north of us, you’re laughing at me. But seriously, is irony the right word?