He went on a hot air balloon ride.
In the dawn light, over the breathtaking Arizona desert one January morning.
She shoveled snow that made her children’s play climber look midget sized. (that’s about 3-4 feet of snow piled up there.)
He took in the splendor of the Grand Canyon.
She did laundry.
He went to one of the biggest car auctions in the world and saw Elvis’ Cadillac.
She shoveled some more snow. Those are camping chairs under there. Still doubting my 3-4 feet of snow?
He spent a week drinking, lounging, adventuring, wearing shorts and being hot and having fun with my her dad and brother.
She wallowed in the depths of despair because the 3 foot deep snow let the rabbit get at the top of her apple tree and they ate the only apple producing grafts that were left.
She also swore. A lot.
He came home.
She demanded a blood sacrifice and penance.
Which he is still serving.
How was your week?