Be Prepared
Sunday, January 10th, 2016 03:11 pmTo wake, alive in this world
What happiness!
Winter rain
Which is exactly the extent of today. I could be more serene about the rain if I hadn't bicycled in it with a snow shovel lashed to the carrier which I dropped off at work, because the snow shovel I gifted them with a few years back got left in a snow bank last winter and rusted away in the spring. (Well, maybe. My own shovel exhibits similar symptoms, so maybe it's just an easy-rust shovel.) Is supposed to snow all week and I do not trust the university to clear their sidewalks, to say nothing of our steps, in time/ at all.
Did have brunch at Butler's to console me, while no longer waterproof coat dried on a radiator, and got finally a warm long-sleeve thermal top from Honest Ed's, whose supposed 2XL hugs my curves. And now the wind is up, heralding the snow-bearing cold front, and I'm going back to my cocoon of quilts and Singaporean detective novel.
(Bedraggled wet raccoon walked right past my front steps as I was leaving, bold as brass and quite as tarnished. Cold may put those critters to sleep; alas that it won't do it permanently.)
What happiness!
Winter rain
Which is exactly the extent of today. I could be more serene about the rain if I hadn't bicycled in it with a snow shovel lashed to the carrier which I dropped off at work, because the snow shovel I gifted them with a few years back got left in a snow bank last winter and rusted away in the spring. (Well, maybe. My own shovel exhibits similar symptoms, so maybe it's just an easy-rust shovel.) Is supposed to snow all week and I do not trust the university to clear their sidewalks, to say nothing of our steps, in time/ at all.
Did have brunch at Butler's to console me, while no longer waterproof coat dried on a radiator, and got finally a warm long-sleeve thermal top from Honest Ed's, whose supposed 2XL hugs my curves. And now the wind is up, heralding the snow-bearing cold front, and I'm going back to my cocoon of quilts and Singaporean detective novel.
(Bedraggled wet raccoon walked right past my front steps as I was leaving, bold as brass and quite as tarnished. Cold may put those critters to sleep; alas that it won't do it permanently.)
