November 18, 2020

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Being a little spice tossed higgledy-piggledy with all the other ingredients in the Big Blender one learns to appreciate the expectation of the unexpected. The yo-yoing temperatures, the hemming and hawing winds, those inexplicable clouds who seem to never know from one moment to the next whether they want to be off on their own, part of the parade, dark blue-gray, light white or some brilliant color, on the horizon or way up by the moon, and of course, that fickle ice that seems to sing a different tune by the minute, well, there is just no telling what's waiting out there each morning.