As we said in a previous post, A Minnesota winter does not give up easily, and this morning on Boomer’s back porch, that fact is being made abundantly clear! The old replica “Pruett’s Pig Powders” thermometer informs that the temperature is a brisk +24ºF, and the wind on our faces tells us that it feels like—well—cold! I think Med & I will tarry here long enough to grab a mug (bet you thought I’d go into our usual spiel at this point—right?), just to warm us to our frigid fingertips, and to jump-start our remaining brain synapses into synapting, and then mosey on over to the Cyber Café.
OK, so before our eagle-eyed Gentle Readers make any smarty-aleck comments about all of us standing around my virtual truck in our shirt-sleeves (please note—I did NOT leave the “r” out of “shirt” this morning), just imagine that we are all comfortably wrapped in our spring windbreakers or sweaters.
“GET YOUR SORRY OLD COOT SELVES OVER TO YOUR TABLE,” Molly greeted us as we popped into the café, “and I’ll bring you your porcelain, not China (but made in China) Codger Collectible™ Mugs (have I mentioned the spiffy March Edition is now available?) of organically & shade-grown, Fair Trade, Sumatran Roast coffee!”
“Mornin’ Molly,” Medford replied, “cream & sugar for me, please.”
“G’mornin’ gents,” I said as we sat in our usual places at our usual table, the one by the front plate-glass window, “Whats on your collective minds today?”
“Good morning, Jay, Med,” Carl answered, “Nothing, really.”
“Greetings guys,” Fred, looking up from his ever –present Morning Pioneer Press newspaper, “cold out.”
“Yep,” added Harold, “strong north wind, too!”
“Uh-oh,” I said, “we’re in trouble, Med.”
“MOLLY,” Med shouted, “Better bring us an order of Blogfood!”
“WE’RE ALL OUT ‘TIL TOMORROW,” she replied from the back room, “IF AND WHEN OUR WEEKLY DELIVERY ARRIVES.”
“HELP!”
Jay & Medford
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