I received an urgent message from my mortal friend Enzo on Tuesday. He lives with his Mom and Dad in the mountains of Colorado, also known as the land that spring forgot. Enzo told me of their cold quandary. The calendar said it was the middle of May, but the weather said it was the beginning of February.
Enzo suggested that our ice making machine was leaking over the Rockies. He knew we had been partying a lot recently. I did not find this to be a fair accusation. Yes, we did have a big Cinco De Mayo celebration, followed by Sixto, Sevento, Eighto, Nino, Harpo, Zeppo and Chico De Mayo. It was not our fault. If Trump becomes President, there is going to be no Mo De Mayo.
But all parties must end, and ours did, when we ran out of ice. Angel Tanner Bub agreed to follow the water line from the ice machine to the Rockies. He was delayed a day because he needed to check on his mom and sister in Idaho. He reported back that there was no leakage over the Rockies.
While I felt good that we were not responsible for the Rocky Mountain freeze that still did not help us solve our friend’s frozen problem.
I made myself a Foleytini, sipped it, and thought. Angel Tanner and Angel Scooby were doing mathematical equations searching for an answer. I still had a nagging thought that the freakish weather could be Angel related.
Then it came to me: I told Scooby to bring me Angel Smoochy. With his aid, I could confirm the answer
“How do you know?” Scooby asked.
I put down my glass and quoted a man who I believe has reached the heightened form of a Yorkie in man’s form: “That’s what I do. I drink, and I know things.”
Tanner brought Smoochy to me. I showed him the snow. “That’s odd. Snow in May,” he said. I smiled at him. A realization crossed his face. “Oh no,” he said chagrined. “Are we in trouble?”
“Of course not Smoochy, what we did we did out of love, and when you do something out of love it is instantly forgotten.” I told him I would explain everything to Enzo, and he would be happy with the explanation.
So, Enzo, this is your explanation. You don’t have snow. You have moon dust. It looks like snow because it comes from the moon so it is cold, and it traveled through clouds so it is wet, but it is our moon dust, caused by us crashing into the moon.
Please, Enzo, treasure our moon dust. It is a sign of our love and devotion. It won’t be there forever, just like none of us are forever.But we all need to be treasured while we are here.