A messege to Anna

My friend Anna has one of the best voicemail prompts ever. In it she says the usual, you missed her, leave a message, etc. Then she asks her callers to tell her something wonderful that happened to them the day of their call because it would make the her smile and maybe the caller as well. Anna is some kind of wonderful herself and, halfway through Wyoming I did a little thinking on the nature of wonderful things.

“Hey, it’s me, I’m in Wyoming, as in ‘No, really, why- oming?’ It’s snowing like you would not believe and here I am in the middle of it all. Why, oming, did I come this way? This is, in and of itself, somewhat wonderful though. If you consider wonderful to be a word describing something which is full of wonder, inasmuch as something which is awful is full of or has the capacity to awe. And if we consider something awful as something having the capacity to awe, I then, am wonderful. As in wondering if I’ll ever get the hell out of Wyoming, which is pretty awful right now. Call me back. Bye.”