Roxanne and I had had a long-standing agreement that at the first major snowfall we would hike Rock Canyon together. As such, going on a hike in the snow was not only not unusual, but actually expected. After having prepared the engagement snowman, I hurried back to my apartment. She arrived a few minutes later, and we embarked on our hike. Right as we stepped off I told her we were going to take a detour up our favorite hill. We had just been up that way the night prior, but I insisted that the view in daylight was amazing (it was, in fact). We got to the top of the hill and kept moving around the circle up to the corner where lay the snowman. She noticed the note by the road and stopped to stoop down and read it. It read "Dear bystander, Please help the poor snowman, his heart has been turned to stone! Gain access to the heart stat! -The Snowpeople." She mentioned that being interesting, and that someone else can take care of that. I pulled out her snowgloves (which she had given to me just prior to this) and handed them to her, an expectant smile on my face. She said "I'm not even qualified to perform heart surgery! One of us would have to be certified. You're not certified, are you?" I told her "actually, I am a certified snowman cardiac surgeon. You may perform the operation under my supervision." Thus, at my insistence, she proceeded to pick away at the snowman's heart. That was slow-going and became impossible as the snow was too hard-packed, so she began to kick and pick at the snowman with her foot. Soon she dislodged the bag (which she believed to contain an actual stone) and she raised it victoriously to the sky, only to discover (to her horror) that it contained an engagement ring box. Thrusting it in my direction she demanded "Gabe, do you know what this is?" I recall thinking "what an odd question. Why yes, I do know what this is—it's your engagement ring." Instead, however, I simply took it from her, opened the bag (dropping to one knee), and then opened the box.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Thank you for your phone calls and emails asking about our safety. We "weathered" the storm with a 24 hour power outage, some branches scattered and leaves blown from the trees. Other than that it was just a few moments of feeling like we might get our roof blown off and then settled into a very bad wind and rain storm. However, we just returned from Connecticut to visit our daughter and her family who live there. Driving up on Friday, just four days after the storm hit, was a site to see. Literally hundreds of utility trucks were on the road from as far south as Georgia. Semi trailers carried generators. The gas lines along the New Jersey Turn Pike stretch beyond a hundred cars long. Returning home today found signs at the service stops stating that only license tags ending with an even number could get gas today. Policemen were stationed there to keep the peace. The destruction we saw in New Jersey and Connecticut was severe. So, dear FTM's, we were lucky to have missed such an event while serving in Florida.
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