Frozen Bloom's Winter Embrace

Lisa, I’m getting SO tired of this,” Marie fussed. Six more inches of snow in April was not her idea of how to start spring. She was particularly upset because the teasing warm-up just the week prior had coaxed her out to her humble flower patch. Marie didn’t have much of a green thumb, but every year she gave it her best shot, and she’d been disheartened to see her recent efforts now buried in winter white.

“It won’t last long this time of year,” Lisa encouraged.

“I know, but…” Marie screwed up her face and stuck out her tongue. “I’m just tired of winter. I want my flowers to come up, and the sun to shine. And…” she gave Lisa an elbow. “I want to spend all day on my deck in a bikini with a good book and my best friend.”

“All day in what?” co-worker Megan teased. She’d only heard part of the conversation as she came upon them carrying her clipboard. Everyone at the hospital always knew when Megan was around, even if she didn’t say a word. At six feet two inches, and 100% the soccer player in her spare time, she couldn’t be missed. However, the person who had tried to call her ‘Amazon’ received guidance in no uncertain terms to pick a different nickname.

“A bikini or less,” Marie retorted. “I need the sun to shine!”

“It’s shining now,” Megan reported, looking out a window.

“Yeah, at about 28 degrees,” Marie pouted.

“Maybe it will burn off by noon,” Lisa suggested.

“That won’t bring my flowers back.”

Lisa didn’t know what else to say, so she just smiled. Marie was in quite a mood today. Hopefully, she’d snap out of it soon enough.

“Well, you could always make your own sunshine.”

“Very funny, Megan. And how do you propose I do that?”

“I dunno’ – my boyfriend raised chickens once, and they had these lamps to warm them. ”

“Hmm….” Marie got one of ‘those’ looks on her face. “He still got them?”

“What – the chickens?”

“No, the lamps.”

“I suppose so. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Think he’d mind if I borrowed them?”

“You going into the chicken business, Marie?” Megan laughed.

“I’m already in the chicken business,” Marie replied. “These two chicks, ” she said, pointing at herself and Lisa, “are going to bask in some heat if it’s the last thing we do.”

“We are?” Lisa asked, raising an eyebrow.

“And anyone else on this floor that wants some ‘sun.’ Say, how many lamps did he have?”

With Marie, once the boat was aimed, there was no turning it around. In five minutes she had arrangements made to pick up the heat lamps, giving her best friend and a few co-workers a good laugh at her expense. This was classic Marie.

The heat lamps looked disgusting when the girls dropped by to get them after their shift, and it nearly killed Marie’s desire to have her little sun party. The lingering stench of the chickens who had formerly resided in the same space didn’t help.

“Oh, good gosh,” Marie exclaimed, holding her nose. “Daddy had cows when I was growing up, and I thought they smelled awful. But I think these might be worse.”

“So… chicks smell worse than cows?” Lisa asked, unlike her best friend, she wasn’t holding her nose at the moment but was trying to untie one of the lamps. She wasn’t quite tall enough even on her tippy toes.

“Apparently these did,” Marie grimaced.

“Here, Lisa, let me get that,” Joshua offered. Josh was Megan’s boyfriend, and he dutifully took down the lamps for them. “Sorry about the smell.”

Later the two ‘chicks’ gave the lamps’ reflectors a thorough scrubbing until all traces of the old dirt, grime, and cobwebs were gone. It had pained Marie to perform the procedure on her dining room table, but they took care of the worst of it outside first.

“You sure this is all right?” Lisa queried. “Don’t they use these things to heat sausages and stuff?”

“It’s harmless – just like the bathroom heat lamp,” Marie insisted, “as long as we don’t get too close to them. We’ll put them up high. And it will be a sight better than that!” She pointed outdoors at the cold and clouds. “But speaking of sausage…” she murmured as her husband enter the room. It was another classic Marie remark intended only for her best friend’s ears, and it had its desired effect in making her giggle.

“Heat lamps?” Stanley asked, finding them hard at work at the table. He stared at the lamps for a moment before scratching his head. “I give up – what are these for?”

“Roasting sausage, you big oaf,” Marie laughed, elbowing him in the ribs before trying to explain what she had in mind.

“Trying to recreate Hawaii, Babe?”

“Hawaii…” Marie mused. “Stanley, that’s it! We are going to plan a luau.”

“A looey hour?” Stan inquired.

“No, silly, a luau.”

“I still think I’m right. Sounds looey to me.”

Marie rolled her eyes at Lisa. “Please tell me my cousin doesn’t do this to you.” Then she moved on with her typical rapid pace. “This will be SO much better – we’ll get everyone looking forward to summer!”

And so the two of them planned – some might say schemed – a luau. In April. With snow on the ground. It reminded Lisa again of her best friend’s generosity. How many times had she done something like this?

It took them about a week before they had everything in place. Pseudo-sun, check. Caterer and drinks lined up, check. Hot tub cleaned, check. Sand in the living room, vetoed. Deck chairs and towels on the carpet would have to do. They’d also ordered new tropical print bikinis for themselves and matching shorts and Hawaiian shirts for their husbands. After all, if the men couldn’t pronounce luau, how could they possibly dress appropriately for it?

“Whew,” Lisa muttered, looking over their completed to-do list. “You sure we got everything covered?”

“It’s all there, girlfriend. All we need to do is put up these posters in the hospital staff lounge, and we’ll be ready.”

The friends endured the good-natured teasing at work that resulted from the party announcements. But truth be told, most of their coworkers were just as tired of winter as Marie and just as eager to welcome warmer weather.

“You going to come, Darren?” Lisa asked when she found him reading the poster on the breakroom bulletin board.

“I think so,” he smiled. “Just got to make sure Mom can keep Allie for me. Methinks your little party just might hasten the coming of summer.”

“Maybe. We have enough heat lamps to cause some global warming if you ask me.”

“Heat lamps?”

“So make sure and bring your bikini,” she teased. “Got to enjoy the sunshine.”

“Hmm….” He chuckled. “Fraid I don’t have one of those.”

“Only kidding, Darren. Just bring yourself,” she winked.

—-

The day of the party, both girls stood back and appraised the slightly rearranged home. Gone was the picture window. Over it, they’d hung a temporary mural of some sand, palm trees, and the ocean. If a person squinted at them just right, maybe, just maybe, they would believe themselves to be in Hawaii. The two of them giggled again to see the ensemble of heat lamps neatly suspended from the ceiling. They’d had the guys help them with that.

“Hopefully Stan won’t blow a gasket when he sees the electric bill for the month,” Lisa giggled.

“We’ll worry about that later. Tell my cousin to bring his ukulele. Surely he knows something ‘Hawaiian’ to play.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that, but okay.”

Eventually, the cars began ‘stacking’ up in Stan and Marie’s driveway.

“Can I come in?” Megan’s teeth chattered as she stood at the door. “I’m freezing out here!”

“Sure, come on in, Meg,” Lisa smiled warmly.

“Ohmigosh, what did I set you guys up for anyway?” Megan asked as she came upon them carrying her clipboard. Everyone at the hospital always knew when Megan was around, even if she didn’t say a word. At six feet two inches, and 100% the soccer player in her spare time, she couldn’t be missed. However, the person who had tried to call her ‘Amazon’ received guidance in no uncertain terms to pick a different nickname.

“A bikini or less,” Marie retorted. “I need the sun to shine!”

“It’s shining now,” Megan reported, looking out a window.

“Yeah, at about 28 degrees,” Marie pouted.

“Maybe it will burn off by noon,” Lisa suggested.

“That won’t bring my flowers back.”

Lisa didn’t know what else to say, so she just smiled. Marie was in quite a mood today. Hopefully, she’d snap out of it soon enough.

“Well, you could always make your own sunshine.”

“Very funny, Megan. And how do you propose I do that?”

“I dunno’ – my boyfriend raised chickens once, and they had these lamps to warm them. ”

“Hmm….” Marie got one of ‘those’ looks on her face. “He still got them?”

“What – the chickens?”

“No, the lamps.”

“I suppose so. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Think he’d mind if I borrowed them?”

“You going into the chicken business, Marie?” Megan laughed.

“I’m already in the chicken business,” Marie replied. “These two chicks, ” she said, pointing at herself and Lisa, “are going to bask in some heat if it’s the last thing we do.”

“We are?” Lisa asked, raising an eyebrow.

“And anyone else on this floor that wants some ‘sun.’ Say, how many lamps did he have?”

With Marie, once the boat was aimed, there was no turning it around. In five minutes she had arrangements made to pick up the heat lamps, giving her best friend and a few co-workers a good laugh at her expense. This was classic Marie.

The heat lamps looked disgusting when the girls dropped by to get them after their shift, and it nearly killed Marie’s desire to have her little sun party. The lingering stench of the chickens who had formerly resided in the same space didn’t help.

“Oh, good gosh,” Marie exclaimed, holding her nose. “Daddy had cows when I was growing up, and I thought they smelled awful. But I think these might be worse.”

“So… chicks smell worse than cows?” Lisa asked, unlike her best friend, she wasn’t holding her nose at the moment but was trying to untie one of the lamps. She wasn’t quite tall enough even on her tippy toes.

“Apparently these did,” Marie grimaced.

“Here, Lisa, let me get that,” Joshua offered. Josh was Megan’s boyfriend, and he dutifully took down the lamps for them. “Sorry about the smell.”

Later the two ‘chicks’ gave the lamps’ reflectors a thorough scrubbing until all traces of the old dirt, grime, and cobwebs were gone. It had pained Marie to perform the procedure on her dining room table, but they took care of the worst of it outside first.

“You sure this is all right?” Lisa queried. “Don’t they use these things to heat sausages and stuff?”

“It’s harmless – just like the bathroom heat lamp,” Marie insisted, “as long as we don’t get too close to them. We’ll put them up high. And it will be a sight better than that!” She pointed outdoors at the cold and clouds. “But speaking of sausage…” she murmured as her husband enter the room. It was another classic Marie remark intended only for her best friend’s ears, and it had its desired effect in making her giggle.

“Heat lamps?” Stanley asked, finding them hard at work at the table. He stared at the lamps for a moment before scratching his head. “I give up – what are these for?”

“Roasting sausage, you big oaf,” Marie laughed, elbowing him in the ribs before trying to explain what she had in mind.

“Trying to recreate Hawaii, Babe?”

“Hawaii…” Marie mused. “Stanley, that’s it! We are going to plan a luau.”

“A looey hour?” Stan inquired.

“No, silly, a luau.”

“I still think I’m right. Sounds looey to me.”

Marie rolled her eyes at Lisa. “Please tell me my cousin doesn’t do this to you.” Then she moved on with her typical rapid pace. “This will be SO much better – we’ll get everyone looking forward to summer!”

And so the two of them planned – some might say schemed – a luau. In April. With snow on the ground. It reminded Lisa again of her best friend’s generosity. How many times had she done something like this?

It took them about a week before they had everything in place. Pseudo-sun, check. Caterer and drinks lined up, check. Hot tub cleaned, check. Sand in the living room, vetoed. Deck chairs and towels on the carpet would have to do. They’d also ordered new tropical print bikinis for themselves and matching shorts and Hawaiian shirts for their husbands. After all, if the men couldn’t pronounce luau, how could they possibly dress appropriately for it?

“Whew,” Lisa muttered, looking over their completed to-do list. “You sure we got everything covered?”

“It’s all there, girlfriend. All we need to do is put up these posters in the hospital staff lounge, and we’ll be ready.”

The friends endured the good-natured teasing at work that resulted from the party announcements. But truth be told, most of their coworkers were just as tired of winter as Marie and just as eager to welcome warmer weather.

“You going to come, Darren?” Lisa asked when she found him reading the poster on the breakroom bulletin board.

“I think so,” he smiled. “Just got to make sure Mom can keep Allie for me. Methinks your little party just might hasten the coming of summer.”

“Maybe. We have enough heat lamps to cause some global warming if you ask me.”

“Heat lamps?”

“So make sure and bring your bikini,” she teased. “Got to enjoy the sunshine.”

“Hmm….” He chuckled. “Fraid I don’t have one of those.”

“Only kidding, Darren. Just bring yourself,” she winked.

—-

The day of the party, both girls stood back and appraised the slightly rearranged home. Gone was the picture window. Over it, they’d hung a temporary mural of some sand, palm trees, and the ocean. If a person squinted at them just right, maybe, just maybe, they would believe themselves to be in Hawaii. The two of them giggled again to see the ensemble of heat lamps neatly suspended from the ceiling. They’d had the guys help them with that.

“Hopefully Stan won’t blow a gasket when he sees the electric bill for the month,” Lisa giggled.

“We’ll worry about that later. Tell my cousin to bring his ukulele. Surely he knows something ‘Hawaiian’ to play.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure of that, but okay.”

Eventually, the cars began ‘stacking’ up in Stan and Marie’s driveway.

“Can I come in?” Megan’s teeth chattered as she stood at the door. “I’m freezing out here!”

“Sure, come on in, Meg,” Lisa smiled warmly.

“Ohmigosh, what did I set you guys up for anyway?” Megan asked as she came upon them carrying her clipboard. Everyone at the hospital always knew when Megan was around, even if she didn’t say a word. At six feet two inches, and 100% the soccer player in her spare time, she couldn’t be missed. However, the person who had tried to call her ‘Amazon’ received guidance in no uncertain terms to pick a different nickname.

“A bikini or less,” Marie retorted. “I need the sun to shine!”

“It’s shining now,” Megan reported, looking out a window.

“Yeah, at about 28 degrees,” Marie pouted.

“Maybe it will burn off by noon,” Lisa suggested.

“That won’t bring my flowers back.”

Lisa didn’t know what else to say, so she just smiled. Marie was in quite a mood today. Hopefully, she’d snap out of it soon enough.

“Well, you could always make your own sunshine.”

“Very funny, Megan. And how do you propose I do that?”

“I dunno’ – my boyfriend raised chickens once, and they had these lamps to warm them. ”

“Hmm….” Marie got one of ‘those’ looks on her face. “He still got them?”

“What – the chickens?”

“No, the lamps.”

“I suppose so. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Think he’d mind if I borrowed them?”

“You going into the chicken business, Marie?” Megan laughed.

“I’m already in the chicken business,” Marie replied. “These two chicks, ” she said, pointing at herself and Lisa, “are going to bask in some heat if it’s the last thing we do.”

“We are?” Lisa asked, raising an eyebrow.

“And anyone else on this floor that wants some ‘sun.’ Say, how many lamps did he have?”

With Marie, once the boat was aimed, there was no turning it around. In five minutes she had arrangements made to pick up the heat lamps, giving her best friend and a few co-workers a good laugh at her expense. This was classic Marie.

The heat lamps looked disgusting when the girls dropped by to get them after their shift, and it nearly killed Marie’s desire to have her little sun party. The lingering stench of the chickens who had formerly resided in the same space didn’t help.

“Oh, good gosh,” Marie exclaimed, holding her nose. “Daddy had cows when I was growing up, and I thought they smelled awful. But I think these might be worse.”

“So… chicks smell worse than cows?” Lisa asked, unlike her best friend, she wasn’t holding her nose

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