9 January
S. N. O. W.
Horridness of snow.
Of course, I feel mildly silly whining so about the cold after catching up with Rob and Jackie, who both live where they have got Weather with a capital Wuh, but no matter how cold they are, I'm still cold too! So there!!
Anyway, that petulance out of the way, it started snowing as I was walking to work yesterday (that mile walk from the van to the office is feeling longer and longer) and it kept snowing all day.
And, because it started in the morning rather than at night,we never got the beautiful blanket of pristine whiteness, we got ugly dirty slushy nastiness from minute one.
And, on my way back from lunch, I fell DOWN! I fell down on my BEHIND! I bumped my ELBOW and I bruised my HIP and my butt was wet ALL AFTERNOON!
When I saw Nik, I said "Well, I certainly hope you're satisfied!"
When I was out at lunch, before the dreadful falling DOWN incident, I decided to go to the bookstore and get a new calendar.
I haven't had to buy a calendar in years, since I would usually get a free one from somewhere or another, but I got sick to death of turning to look at the spot on the wall behind my chair to check the date and see nothing but the spot on the wall behind my chair.
So I was bound and determined, snow or no, to stomp across the tundra to Colosseum Books and buy the perfect calendar. The calendar that really says ME
It took half and hour or so, and I was torn between Wallace and Grommet and Van Gogh and Love Letters (ain't I just so eclectic?), but I ended up choosing Edward Gorey.
You don't get much more ME than that.
When I was walking down my street, I decided to take a poll as to who are the good neighbours and who are the bad ones.
The good neighbours, you see, are the ones that clear their sidewalks of snow, and the bad neighbours do not. Our street is pretty evenly divided between the extremely good neighbours, who use that melting salt stuff, the really good neighbours who shovel from their house wall to the curb, the pretty good neighbours who shovel a narrow path, and the very very bad indeed neighbours who sit in front of the TV drinking beer.
"Which one will we be?" I thought, as I neared my house.
O, we were bad, of course, but actually, since we are the last house in a cul-de-sac, we're really only inconveniencing ourselves.
On my way home from work I gathered some snow off of a car, made a snowball, and threw it against a wall. That was my lone moment of winter festiveness. Everything else will be grumbling.
So, howja like that new logo on the index page?
Brittly sent it to me out of the blue, after everyone on crit hated my index page and it's blankness and plainness with an overwhelming passion, and I said "Well, if any of you people think you could do better, feel free!" or something less rude than that.
Well, Brittly could and did. It took a couple of days for me to get the nerve up to use it, but I finally thought it was too good not to. But that meant that the secret bio was silly, so I've lost that joke.
O, and a prize to the first person who can identify today's title! Anyone besides Columbine, that is...
Today's horoscope:
Playfulness is in order today, so don't get too serious. Be willing to laugh and be frivolous and you'll have a marvelous time.
One year ago today:
Well, Dick, I think that's your fault, don't you? Dick Button invented the triple jump!
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