Oh boy, the sky is so blue I could sing.
Instead, I plan to head up to Yonkers to see my aunt. After calling her for a half hour, getting a steady busy, I worry. Then I get to the neighborhood. It's a war zone. Streets blocked off with huge old trees lying strewn across the roads. I zig zag around until I get to the foot of her hill and see the gigantic oak in her back yard, still standing majestic as ever. Whew!
My aunt's phone is out of commission but not her spirits. We decide to take a visit to the cemetary to visit my parents. As we're going out the door, her uncles arrive (god bless their 90 year old souls!) also worried that her phone is not working. So back inside we go, coffee for three and some family gossip.
We finally head out and reach the cemetary to find the same devastation there. Huge old trees lying like bowling pins scattered everywhere. But my parents section is untouched and the daffodils I planted last year are peeking out of the soggy earth. There are even a couple of bright yellow pansies that survived the winter and are in full bloom!
The ride home becomes a crawl when an accident shuts down the Sprain leaving us stuck for an hour after my car decides to overheat. After cooling off, I back off the road and head to a station to fill the radiator and head home. My aunt treats me to diner burgers (yum) and we end the adventure promising to do this again (minus the bad stuff) in a couple of weeks.
Funny thing about bad stuff, if you're not alone in it, it's not that bad living through it.
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