After a conversation with a good friend of mine – someone I’m afraid that I’m slowly alienating by being somewhat needy – I decided to take a walk.
I sat on the porch today. I never sit on the porch – we have a townhouse, so we share a porch with a neighbor who lives on it – but for the first time in years, I sat on a step this morning and watched the sky.
On Tuesday – two days ago – I ventured outside for the first time in nearly a month.
I have not stepped outside of my home in over a week.
On Thursday, after days of saying the opposite, my campus administration decided to extend spring break a week, and to shift classes to an online environment until further notice. So, I’ve spent the better part of three days:
Do you know what I love? Boston Baked Beans. The candy, not actual beans – although, those are good, too.
This morning, the floodgates holding back the snow were breached, and there has been white stuff falling from the heavens non-stop since about 6 am. There were some really nice periods of this, as it was obvious that it was too warm to stick to anything but the cool grass, but by 11 am, things…
Well, the snow I feared ten days ago has arrived – twice – and I don’t know whether I should rejoice that it’s here, or hang my head in shame over the fact that my previous post seemed to summon it.
Happy New Year! Want to know what’s weird? Walking outside in 51ºF temperatures during the first week of January in the Upper Midwest. In January. If my parents were alive, my father would tell me that this is a sign of the End Times.
With the end of the year rapidly approaching, it occurred to me that maybe I’m not ready to cross over into the New Year.
It’s Christmas! You wouldn’t know it, judging by the weather. We in the Upper Midwest are looking at a week in the 50ºF range for most of the week. In fact, it was so warm and clear yesterday, that I avoided the nonsense that is known as “the mall,” and got my car washed (for…
This is supposed to be the “most wonderful time of the year,” if you believe Andy Williams, and I’m here to say that – as much as I love Andy – that’s the biggest load of bull I’ve yet heard. This is probably the worst time of the year.