Springtime in the Rockies
Two days ago, when I left for work at 6 a.m., it was snowing. Two hours later, my wife reported that we lost our electricity. When we lose electricity at the ranch, we also have no water because we have a well and the pump requires electricity. Of course, we were not the only folks experiencing an outage. It was widespread. Because it is late May, and we had 80 degree weather a few days ago, the snow was wet and heavy, and the wet snow broke many tree branches and, apparently, power lines and even poles.
We have a backup generator. Unfortunately, it requires gasoline and pulling a cord to start it. Miss Sugar tried to start the generator but was unsuccessful. So, she wisely left before the snow got worse. She was smart to do that because shortly afterwards the highway was closed behind her.
Sugar booked a bed and breakfast in town, where we stayed the past two nights. This morning we came home. The highway was open, our road was plowed, so we made it back okay. Our own unplowed lane was tough to navigate, but we made it to the house.
We called some friends who live a couple miles away. The have been snowed in since Thursday. They endured the loss of electricity. They had groceries.
We now have electricity. The pasture will be green from all the moisture. I shoveled off the steps and hot tub. No one feels sorry for someone with a hot tub.
Life is good.
Do You Want Cheese With That Pizza?
Miss Sugar and I visited a car dealership, where we met an interesting sales person, who was very entertaining.
He is, he told us, 47 years old and does not run out to nab prospects “like the young spider monkeys” who are also part of the sales team.
We asked about a certain vehicle, a Lexus RX350. Miss Sugar said she would like leather seats. I said that I think all Lexuses (Lexi?) come with leather seats.
The car salesman confirmed my assumption. He said, “When you order a pizza, you get crust and cheese without the cheese counting as an extra. You don’t have to order cheese, but you might have to pay extra for sausage.”
This was a fitting analogy because the salesman has a very Italian name. Sugar understood immediately because her father is Italian.
I just liked being right.