Friday, January 20, 2012

snow business

Arctic cold and it seeps into your bones, drives you indoors and makes it so you don't want to go out.  Maybe ever again.

But the weather folks are saying that this is supposed to start to melt and slush sometime today.

Fingers crossed, because I'm not sure I can stand the many clothing changes Alice requires for outdoor adventures.

Monday, January 16, 2012

thirty-eight on me

It turns out, the longer you stay away, the harder it is to come back.  Even a (momentarily) forgotten password.

It turns out, radio silence isn't silent.  The clawing static is deafening.  At first you think of ways to quiet the din, but later it becomes a type of white noise you shout over, never noticing your rising voice, the hints of hysteria.

It turns out, thirty-eight is a quiet birthday.  A birthday blanketed in white snow and ice crystals.

It turns out, even at thirty-eight, that damn chocolate cake is still cursed --- this time it's a double dose of salt.  Cake was salvaged.... but ocean-y.

It turns out, that cake is the only thing that makes you curse. 

It turns out, you miss this creamy space something fierce.  The people in it, especially.