March 18, 2012

White Dog said, "Wow, momma! The minute you stopped celebrating and turned March back over to the World, nature has been protesting!" WD was referring to the gale force winds that ripped through the city most of the day knocking down store signs and trees and creating sheets of blinding blowing sand so dense that roads were temporarily closed.

The White Dog Army looked magnificent on maneuvers with furs whipping in the wind and floof at full fluff factor. Poor Steve had pulled his hood tightly around his face and hunkered into his sweatshirt as he bravely marched along. White Dog, leashless, rippled across the grass like the personification of zephyr itself. We took photos but every shot was blurred by the waves of dust and constant movement.

The balmy Spring temperatures we have enjoyed during the past week disappeared in a mere two hours as the degrees slid downward to the forties. The car shook as the WDA and I waited for Steve to pick up prescriptions at the pharmacy. We dashed for the house and its relative quiet and warmth the moment Pumpkin rolled to a halt.

"When you said things were going to change after we finished celebrating, was this what you meant?" asked YoYoMa who likes the howling noises least of all.

"No YAWD, this I did not even consider. I was referring to the fact that the semester break for dad is now over. Starting Monday, he is back to work everyday...with a new schedule. His very late nights will be on Monday and on Thursday, let's be glad they are no longer back-to-back. Some things will remain the same. Friday is still our Saturday. And now dad is only teaching in the mornings on Saturdays so we will be able to do things in the afternoons. And of course we have Sundays from dawn until we go to bed. This quarter is a very good schedule, eh?"

"The best schedule would be to have dad home all of the time," WD responded, "But I guess until we magically win millions of dollars, we have to pay for the kibble somehow. Thanks dad!"