Sheesh Noel

My post has nothing to do with your comments (or do they?).
Since my last post the weather has erupted into global chaos. The suposed advent has spring flipped the script on us and turned Brooklyn into a version of Siberia.
The day after the 70 degrees day Ivon, my co worker, wanted me to accompany her to the sea of project in Brownville for necessary 48 hour visit to a new case. Ivon has to balance her check book and call her cousin before we leave the office. After we leave we take the 4 train to get her car at Utica. The wind is wipping around us in medium size tornado's. Plastic bags of all sizes are flying by us. At one point the wind rattles the car almost like it is going to pick it up but it doesn't. Snow came down earlier that day. Aparantly the snow had become impacted on all hard surfaces. Not very good for Ivon and her high heal boots. Wind still wiping everywhere. We drive to the P J 's in Brownsville. Trying to find damn 230 Osborne or was it 270 Osborne or was it 280 Osborne. Well the long of the short of it is we never found it. Brownsville was hell that night. The couple minutes out side were painfull. Hell is not fire and heat. Hell is trying to find an adress you never been before in the Brownsville projects on a night of 10 below 50 mile per hour winds wipping garbage all around you, 8:00 at night and hungry to boot.
Ivon was wearing her high heal boots also.
Tonight Ivon roped me into the journey again. She knew exactly to go. We park and I hide my wallet in my bra.
I spend the next hour trying to entertain myself in a dumpy apartment with hoards of rugrats jumping about while Ivon interviewed the necesary adults and looked at the physical plant. I was able to organize the rugrats into an Americas next top model competition. Turns out Jaquan, the 11 year old boy loves to dress up in womans clothes.