So let’s see. Friday? Check. iPod? Check. Ridiculous belief that I can predict the course of my weekend through the songs I hear on the bus on a Friday morning? Check.
Washed Away by Arrested Development
Hypnotize by The White Stripes
Strange Times by The Black Keys
Rock Lobster by The B52s
The Green Manalishi (Live) by Judas Priest
Hallelujah by John Cale
Somebody Told Me by The Killers
I can’t begin to guess what it all means, but if you’ve a mind to, I recommend the John Cale song. Makes me want to weep.
And it’s Friday!
In a bid to test our weather mettle one more time – or perhaps in just a perverse display of “because I can!” – the temperature at the bus stop dropped to a meat-preserving 24 degrees yesterday morning.
And frankly, I was against it.
It was a shock. While 24 degrees in February is almost cause for an open window or two, 24 degrees at the end of March is grounds for hot baths, discussions pitting wool against “thinsulate” and introspection regarding attempting a life lived entirely indoors.
My response, if it can be called that, was to add a cap, gloves, and scarf to my jaunty spring jacket and shiver miserably.
“Local Woman, Smug in her Ability to Dress Properly for Winter, Fails to Carry Common Sense Through to Spring”.
It’s not much of a headline, but then again, there’s not a lot going on.
March is a fairly quiet month. The thugs are just rising from their hibernation, their tobacco-stained fingers rubbing their squinty little eyes, yawning their cough-syrup-and-Tahitian-Treat yawns toward the far walls.
Shhh. Shhh, my pretties. There will plenty of time for you to spray paint your creatively-spelled “tags” on my garage.
Can summer be far behind? And speaking of behinds, what are the odds that I will actually make it to a beach this summer?
In the meantime, of course, there is litter to pick up and a sidewalk to be swept, neighbors to be reacquainted with after a season of run-away indoor-ness and charcoal briquettes to be purchased.
“Local Woman Waxes Rhapsodic About Spring, Excitedly Contemplates Trying on Swimsuit.”
Let’s not go crazy just yet.