OK, some people think my wife and I are nuts for moving from Montana to Arizona in the middle of the summer. Of course, they're right. Nobody in their right mind would do it. Which is precisely why we did it!
Montana and Arizona are similar with regards to temperature extremes. I never thought you could freeze to death during baseball season, but we nearly did- not once, but twice! Last fall and this spring's baseball seasons in Montana were characterized by brutal cold winds, punctuated with snow. How my son and his teamates survived the frigid game time temps were a testimony of their love of the game.
Fast forward 3 months and here we are in Phoenix with its unrelenting heat. Baseball season will soon be upon us, and I'm guessing we'll be sitting in the bleachers broiling like a hot dog on a spit. Oh well, the past year has been quite an adventure. Definitely not the way I had planned it, but like the old saying goes, "If you want to know whether God has a sense of humor, just tell him what your plans are!"
God, in case you're watching, I'm just kidding.....oh yeah, if you could please tell St. Joseph to get off his LazyBoy and get our house in Montana sold, we'd greatly appreciate it. Thanks!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
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