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Visited the house of a young friend. Young friend is hooked on phonics and has made a holiday sign, posted on the kitchen wall, that says 'Mere Christmas.' I concur with the overt portion of the sentiment.
It began snowing last Monday and continued through the week. Every morning one or two cm, less than an inch-- just enough not to be able to bicycle. So I walk in my new Romika lace-up boots. Romika lace-ups again, at long long last! I mean, I wore my falling-apart old ones until the start of last winter, but they were worn down and tractionless and required grips to make it through Toronto's salt-filled slush, let alone any real snow. I'd be slipping and sliding even in the little dustings we've had, if I had them now, or if I were wearing last year's fashionable leather boots. But when I went to get these Romikas the women's sizes were too small for my new orthotics and I had to buy men's. Which are $100 more, but which also have treads of doom. Unfashionable but OMG do I have traction. Also small lakes of water whenever I come into a restaurant and sit for five minutes at a table, because the snow will not shake or stomp off no matter how hard I kick the door sill.
This December snow disconcerts me oddly. It seems forever since we've had this, well, *bearable* kind of snowfall: dustings, flurries, stuff you sweep rather than shovel away. Last year it hardly snowed at all. 2008 was sludgey wet falls, dank and cold and nasty; 2007 was unspeakable dumps starting in November; 2006 was Tokyo winter until mid-February, dry and sunny and mild; 2005 was bad-tempered like 2008; 2004 was freezing rain and glare ice all winter. So yeah, back to the fabled winter of 2003. Which snowed quite a lot in January, but in December was like this, flurries tumbling from grey skies before the clouds blow into rifts and yellow sun shows through.
It began snowing last Monday and continued through the week. Every morning one or two cm, less than an inch-- just enough not to be able to bicycle. So I walk in my new Romika lace-up boots. Romika lace-ups again, at long long last! I mean, I wore my falling-apart old ones until the start of last winter, but they were worn down and tractionless and required grips to make it through Toronto's salt-filled slush, let alone any real snow. I'd be slipping and sliding even in the little dustings we've had, if I had them now, or if I were wearing last year's fashionable leather boots. But when I went to get these Romikas the women's sizes were too small for my new orthotics and I had to buy men's. Which are $100 more, but which also have treads of doom. Unfashionable but OMG do I have traction. Also small lakes of water whenever I come into a restaurant and sit for five minutes at a table, because the snow will not shake or stomp off no matter how hard I kick the door sill.
This December snow disconcerts me oddly. It seems forever since we've had this, well, *bearable* kind of snowfall: dustings, flurries, stuff you sweep rather than shovel away. Last year it hardly snowed at all. 2008 was sludgey wet falls, dank and cold and nasty; 2007 was unspeakable dumps starting in November; 2006 was Tokyo winter until mid-February, dry and sunny and mild; 2005 was bad-tempered like 2008; 2004 was freezing rain and glare ice all winter. So yeah, back to the fabled winter of 2003. Which snowed quite a lot in January, but in December was like this, flurries tumbling from grey skies before the clouds blow into rifts and yellow sun shows through.
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