Thursday, January 04, 2007
It actually snowed. December 30th I woke up to a cloudy, cold morning and could hear the wind starting to whisper hints of snowflakes later in the day. My friend and I trekked down to Diesel Cafe where I got a Cafe au lait and a poppy seed bagel with cream cheese, lox, and tomatoes. I was in love with the morning.
When I lived in California I craved cold, damp, cloudy, rainy, snowy, anything but sunny-all-the-time weather, all the time. I was also sensitive coffee shop girl, so the blaring sun heating me to my core could not have been more offensive to my dark and dismal state. I never wore black, though. I still rarely do.
So, when I moved back to Boston 8 years ago I loved the freakish and fierce changes in weather; it was like being born into a new person everyday. *Wow, I have a knack for glorifying stupid shit.* However, after about year 6 I started to get really annoyed with the slushy, dirty streets that would seep into the unseen holes in my boots and waterproof gear. I got tired of 14 layers, of dry skin, constant application of my Burt's Bees honey lip balm, of my hair freezing when I went outside because I can't blow dry it cuz it loses curl or frizzes and I actually like my curls, of butter, bread, cheese, and pasta, which I inevitably crave because my body loves more meat on my bones in the winter though I try and fight it as much as possible. Basically, I started to hate winter and I started to love summer...which I never really have.
Last winter was mild, and wonderful. We got about a billion feet of snow, but it melted quick and I never felt like my fingers were going to freeze off. This winter has been global warmingly warm and I have loved it until about two weeks ago, at which point I felt like it was contributing to my feeling of being in The Interim. Nothing was definite, extreme, or set. It all seemed like it was in between stages.
But then it snowed, and I felt like a new person again.
It snowed all day. I sat on my bed and played with my new camera while periodically looking out the window at the snow collecting on the ground and church steeple across the street. I was so happy.
Later in the day I went and picked up supplies for our 007 themed New Years Bash, ate Indian food, and went to bed happy.
I have been happy ever since. I'm doing work that I have been procrastinating, and I have practiced a lot to get my fingers and voice back in shape after a month of being dormant.
I'm finishing up my book, which has been so amazing, 'In the Time of Butterflies' by Julia Alvarez. I've been listening to 'Orphans: Bralwers, Bawlers, and Bastards', Neko Case 'Fox Confessor Brings the Flood', My Brightest Diamond 'Bring Me The Workhorse', and the This Mortal Coil box set that my friend let me borrow which has been discontinued and now costs a million dollars to buy.
For Chirstmas presents I made everyone date cookies that were an old family recipe, and dukkah (see previous post). I also cut out snowflakes from tissue paper and sang Christmas Carols on the floor of my bedroom with a friend. I voted us to be the cutest people that existed at that moment. It only last a moment.
When I lived in California I craved cold, damp, cloudy, rainy, snowy, anything but sunny-all-the-time weather, all the time. I was also sensitive coffee shop girl, so the blaring sun heating me to my core could not have been more offensive to my dark and dismal state. I never wore black, though. I still rarely do.
So, when I moved back to Boston 8 years ago I loved the freakish and fierce changes in weather; it was like being born into a new person everyday. *Wow, I have a knack for glorifying stupid shit.* However, after about year 6 I started to get really annoyed with the slushy, dirty streets that would seep into the unseen holes in my boots and waterproof gear. I got tired of 14 layers, of dry skin, constant application of my Burt's Bees honey lip balm, of my hair freezing when I went outside because I can't blow dry it cuz it loses curl or frizzes and I actually like my curls, of butter, bread, cheese, and pasta, which I inevitably crave because my body loves more meat on my bones in the winter though I try and fight it as much as possible. Basically, I started to hate winter and I started to love summer...which I never really have.
Last winter was mild, and wonderful. We got about a billion feet of snow, but it melted quick and I never felt like my fingers were going to freeze off. This winter has been global warmingly warm and I have loved it until about two weeks ago, at which point I felt like it was contributing to my feeling of being in The Interim. Nothing was definite, extreme, or set. It all seemed like it was in between stages.
But then it snowed, and I felt like a new person again.
It snowed all day. I sat on my bed and played with my new camera while periodically looking out the window at the snow collecting on the ground and church steeple across the street. I was so happy.
Later in the day I went and picked up supplies for our 007 themed New Years Bash, ate Indian food, and went to bed happy.
I have been happy ever since. I'm doing work that I have been procrastinating, and I have practiced a lot to get my fingers and voice back in shape after a month of being dormant.
I'm finishing up my book, which has been so amazing, 'In the Time of Butterflies' by Julia Alvarez. I've been listening to 'Orphans: Bralwers, Bawlers, and Bastards', Neko Case 'Fox Confessor Brings the Flood', My Brightest Diamond 'Bring Me The Workhorse', and the This Mortal Coil box set that my friend let me borrow which has been discontinued and now costs a million dollars to buy.
For Chirstmas presents I made everyone date cookies that were an old family recipe, and dukkah (see previous post). I also cut out snowflakes from tissue paper and sang Christmas Carols on the floor of my bedroom with a friend. I voted us to be the cutest people that existed at that moment. It only last a moment.
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