It finally looks like spring outside. Except, of course, for the giant patches of snow still on the ground, and the 27 degree temperature… But, we’re getting there. There’s a genuine feeling of spring in the air: it’s sunny, and human beings are emerging from their homes, rubbing their eyes, and starting to clean up three months-worth of dog shit from their front lawns.
I’m not a fan of heat and humidity, and bitch about it with gusto. So, that makes some shortsighted people believe I don’t have the right to also complain about the cold. Ha! I can bitch about it all. Do not attempt to attach your artificial bitching rules to my life. I bitch where bitching is due. Pass the beer nuts.
In my defense, however, this was one of the worst winters in recent memory. It was just a relentless drip, drip, drip of snow and ice. It felt like we were dealing with it three or four days out of every week: shoveling and commuting on slick roads. I fell on my ass twice this winter, and that’s not my style; Jeff Kay does not generally go horizontal against his will.
The first time I fell, I broke the screen of my phone. Grrr… I have insurance on it, which costs something like $10 per month ($700 has probably been paid-out so far). But I still have to hand over another $100 to get the phone replaced. Fantastic. I’m trying to decide whether I want to pay it, or just ride it out. The phone works fine, it just has a single crack across the middle.
Yeah, I’m gonna pay it. It’s driving me insane. But if I wait a couple of weeks, it’ll feel like I gave it proper consideration. I have to play games with myself, to limit the self-loathing. God knows there’s no shortage of such things ’round these parts.
And before I call it a day here, please take a look at this tweet from an organizer of a large feminist gathering in London last week:
Good stuff. This thing was mocked unmercifully, all across the internet. Jazz hands! Wow. Nancy herself would likely shake her head at that one. Please be mindful. Clapping can trigger anxiety in powerful women.
I’m going to the library for a few hours now, to work on the new novel. I’m strongly considering a RETURN TO THE YURT before school lets out, and the state park is overflowing with buzzcut hicklets. Oh yeah. Stay tuned for adventure!
Another thing I was strongly considering yesterday, but a little less today… A return to TheWVSR.com. Any feelings on that? I probably won’t do it, but I might. That door is every-so-slightly ajar.
See you guys. I know this one’s a mess, but so is its author.
Have a great rest o’ the weekend!