Cold Rain, Hot Soup

            Today my husband Brian and I walked out of the Academic Building at Aquinas College into a cold down pour.  This fall rain would not have been as bad if I had my windbreaker instead of my hoodie.  My bones longed for that waterproof and a bowl of Chinese Hot and Sour soup.  My husband look at me through his water streaked glasses and said, “I do not think that the best plan was to park on the far side of the campus.”  I thought for a moment and realized how impossible it was to find anything closer, oh well.  Sorry.  Shivering, my mind started chanting, “Chinese soup, it will warm your bones and make the world right again.” 

 

            As we drove home I looked at Brian without speaking at first, testing the waters to see if he could be cajoled into take out.  I offered a hint, “You know a nice bowl of Hot and Sour soup would really be great.” 

The rain seemed to pick up and traffic slowed down.  Brian said, “I don’t want to drive past our home just to get any soup tonight.  We have fine leftovers at home.  Let’s get out of the rain.”

I needed to use my Jedi tricks: "Brian, you want Hot and Sour soup.  You know it will warm your bones. Stop at the Chinese restaurant on the way home.  You know you want it." Next thing I knew we were driving into  The Golden Gate, close to our home.  He didn't complain about waiting in the car.  As I walked out the door with a bag filled with my hot soup, Crab Rangoons, egg rolls and my beloved almond cookies, my cold body virtually started warming with the mere anticipation of eating my special soup.