February. Blizzard-like conditions. Snow piling up faster than Id ever seen. And cold!
Thank God for my office, just down a flight of stairs in my home. Id canceled my appointments for the day, both those I was to attend and the ones with people coming here. The only person I couldnt reach was the woman from Theater Direct, but I suspected shed been stopped by the elements as had everyone else.
It was a bit frustrating to be storm-stayed but the positive side of my nature took over. I braved three steps out the back door to the cord of wood Id ordered, retrieved a few logs, shook them off, went inside and built a cozy little blaze in the hearth. Next came a warm and fuzzy pair of slippers and a trip to the kitchen to make a large mug of hot chocolate.
What the heck, I thought, relax and enjoy it.
Looking out my front window, even the street was rapidly becoming impassable. The snow depth was well over a foot, just too tricky for most urban drivers. But, throw up a block and therell always be somebody to challenge it.
Sure enough, along came one of those trendy 4-wheel-drive thingamajigs, just booting through the drifts. I was surprised to see it slow, then turn into my driveway.
No! Could this be the appointment I couldnt find to cancel?
Sure enough, a woman was getting out and battling her way through the wind and driving snow up my front stairs. I hurried to the door, watched her progress, then opened it just as she got to the top step.
In she came to much stomping of boots and shaking-off of snow. I couldnt help it. I laughed out loud. She had a sense of humor and laughed right along with me.
"Im Alan Davis," I said.
"Im Sandi Jones."
"Nice to meet you, Miss Jones. Does the post office credo also apply to your organization?"
We were still laughing.
"It probably seems that way, doesnt it?" she said. "Actually, I live a good deal farther north but your place is right on my way. Even with the 4-wheel drive, this isnt a day fi... Læs hele novellen
