Thursday, December 11, 2008
Damn it's wet out there. A steady rain has been falling from a thick grey overcast all day long. The dogs don't mind. Jake is snoring loudly, happy as a clam. But I'm feeling restless mostly because I wish it was snow falling from the sky. Earlier in the week, the nice weather people on TV promised a first snowfall. In spite of how unpredictable the weather can be, I was counting on it. I like rain, but I LOVE snow. But I shouldn't have expected snow ... what was I thinking?
I believe in direct encounters with the natural world every day, even if the weather isn't exactly perfect, which is why I forced myself outside even though I couldn't find my umbrella. Of course I was drenched within five minutes. I carried on, nevertheless, crossed the park, walked a few blocks to Eastern Market where I bought everything I'll need to make cream of mushroom soup later this afternoon.
By the time I finished my errands, I was so wet that my clothes were saggy and heavy, and my feet made that squishy sound inside my boots like in the cartoons. To cheer myself for the walk home, I bought a nice bottle of red wine. It'll go well with the soup, at least that's my excuse. Maybe I'll surrender to the entropy of the day and watch a Hugh Grant movie this afternoon. Why not?