I can hear God laughing...

The irony was bittersweet. My last blog, written on a very sunny, almost 80-degree afternoon, ended with the statement that I was grateful to be back in Cali where spring doesn't include hail. Today, after church, I took a small gaggle of neophyte geocachers out to a park where a large, easy-to-find cache was hidden. Overhead, the sky hosted a few clouds but was predominantly blue. GPS in hand, swag bag (still no toy gun) slung over shoulder, we started down the dirt trail towards the towering oak trees. Then, halfway to my waypoint, HAIL. Yes, springtime in California, and I'm dealing with HAIL. I swear I could hear God laughing as I shook off ice particles from my jacket. Me and my big mouth.