I should have just named this blog “Meditations on Snow” or some shit for all the snowing it’s doing outside and all the trouble it’s causing. Not really causing a lot of trouble, after all, but that shit is getting realllllll annoying.
It snowed again last night and now everything is covered and unlike last time it’s still cold today, really cold, so the snow has frozen to hard white on the sidewalks, grittier and less slippery than ice, but still hazardous. And who knows when it’s going to heat up again, so this shit will be with us a while, not like last time. Which was only a few days ago, after all.
My friend from DC came and went over the weekend. We got drunk on margaritas and car bombs and let the ice melt in glasses half full of Jameson. We talked and walked and did not write.
The bike has been giving me a lot of trouble, with it finally blowing up in my face, literally, on Friday. So the bus has been giving me even more problems.
I’m washing towels now, and we have some more people staying here from Airbnb.
I’m listening to a lot of podcasts and reading The Economist. I bought a little notebook in Brooklyn and I’ve been writing in it more factually. I haven’t written ecstatically or fluidly in a long time. Or at least a week and a half. The weeks seem long lately. And short, too. It’s almost payday again. I’m going home for Easter. So that will mean even less writing with all those people to talk to.
No sign of the scrapers today. Maybe they are dead.
At least you’ve had a full house to keep you entertained while hiding from the never ending (knock on wood) snow. I’d say you could send some of that white stuff my direction, but it would never reach, and though we’ve had clouds the last few days I’m fairly certain that spring has sprung around here. I guess I’m happy for that. But, I do enjoy winter as well. Living on the coast I don’t have to deal with the day to day drudgery of frozen ground, snow piles, and freezing temperatures. When I want those things I drive up to the mountains for a visit.