Cherry Blossum Blizzard

Hello folks, sorry I haven't written much lately. I have a slew of bloggery waiting-in-the-wings, but I need to get access to a computer at a house to put the accompanying images on.

Yes, images. Yes, eye-furniture.

It is like having crates of bananas on the docks and not shipping because each nanner does not have little blue sticker! Frustrational.

So please, be patient. I know, I know, you've been pounding on the virtual door, booing and baying for more blog!

Actually, I get the meter count from this blog in my email once a month. And, since January, to all one of you who have visited here I say: Thank You.

Today I will tell all one of you about Julius, my pet tornado. He is not the Hurty Kind! Not dangerous at all. In fact, by meteorological standards, Julius is just a pup! Not even a pup! A pip!

My job is a busy place, and I get a lot of customers in, all of them asking me questions, wanting to know where things are. Standing with their clip boards, with pleading eyes. Sometimes it is like a McDonalds on a football Saturday.

So, like twice a day I go out on the loading dock for a minute, look at the sky, watch people go by and so forth.

The loading dock is set on the west side of the building, in a kind of canyon of buildings. Whenever the barometer says so, Big Air comes to town! That is where Julius comes in. He is not always there. Sometimes the air is static, fat and slow.

But every once in awhile I go out and there is Julius, usually playing with a plastic bag or
a flock of leaves, spinning them around, setting them down, stirring them up again. A capricious beast, this Julius.

I suppose on one of the security cameras , me saying "Hey, Julius. What's up." He thinks that over, then spins some more like a perky pooch wagging it's tail. "Say 'woosh' for papa. Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?" I sure like that lil 'nader.

But the other day Julius was going bat-shit crazy! And, get this, he had collected like a bushel basket of petals from cherry blossums, which were fluttering off the trees like snow that day. It was like a hectic little storm of petals, snaking across the parking lot, setting them down.

It was at that point I decided to go stand in the funnel-cloud of white petals. They swirled around me and made my hair go straight up!

And then - BUSTED! Two Japanese girls, students, came walking by carrying their books. They smiled and giggled. I said something like "Wasn't that refreshing." and went back inside.