Pie in Heaven
I can hear birds outside. Not the ones that have loyally been here all winter -- the cardinals, the jays, those cute fat juncos, the sparrows, the crows -- but some other birds altogether, I know not what. So they've been gone, and now they're back, whoever they are, and that means that they think that spring is coming. Lovely.
I've got a friend who's spending her first winter out here, and she's unused to snow and ice, being from the Low Desert (not the High Desert, like me -- she's not nearly so tough, alas), and she's been pretty much complaining and grieving for about 3 months now, and had to turn in her beloved car and get some all-wheel drive thing that'll make it up the ice covered hills (Subaru is making a killing around here), and is pretty much just a Pitiful Sight, really, and I made the mistake of telling her that when the spring came it would all be worth it, and this went Right Up Her Nose and so I had to hear a lot of explaining about how not only was I wrong, but I had committed some political injustice, along the lines of telling the starving that there'll be pie in heaven.
Well, I'm sorry, but that's how I am. I really AM mollified in the winter by the fact that spring is coming. And then when the spring comes, I'm all suffused with gratitude for the loveliness of the universe, and the joy of having come through the hard cold winter into the greenery and life that is spring, yes spring itself, when lenten is come with love to town.
Also, I'm looking forward to the pie in heaven.
I have been dutifully knitting, and shall show you some anon* -- I'll have more time tonight, since I'm not working late nor singing nor visiting nor any other thing. Knitting.
It's "me and you, kid" night tonight for the child and myself -- Sam's going out to the famous Crawford Grill with his best buddy, and the child and I will eat grilled cheese sandwiches and watch "Ed, Edd n Eddy," to which I have become addicted. Sam'll come home all full of The Food Of His Childhood and jazz -- usually good jazz -- and he'll be all cheerful.
And I will have gotten the second half of the front of "Cul-de-sac" done or nearly done, I'm guessing.
*Ok, well, not "anon," really, since that would be Right Now, which isn't happening. "Anon" in its current usage, which would be In A While.
I've got a friend who's spending her first winter out here, and she's unused to snow and ice, being from the Low Desert (not the High Desert, like me -- she's not nearly so tough, alas), and she's been pretty much complaining and grieving for about 3 months now, and had to turn in her beloved car and get some all-wheel drive thing that'll make it up the ice covered hills (Subaru is making a killing around here), and is pretty much just a Pitiful Sight, really, and I made the mistake of telling her that when the spring came it would all be worth it, and this went Right Up Her Nose and so I had to hear a lot of explaining about how not only was I wrong, but I had committed some political injustice, along the lines of telling the starving that there'll be pie in heaven.
Well, I'm sorry, but that's how I am. I really AM mollified in the winter by the fact that spring is coming. And then when the spring comes, I'm all suffused with gratitude for the loveliness of the universe, and the joy of having come through the hard cold winter into the greenery and life that is spring, yes spring itself, when lenten is come with love to town.
Also, I'm looking forward to the pie in heaven.
I have been dutifully knitting, and shall show you some anon* -- I'll have more time tonight, since I'm not working late nor singing nor visiting nor any other thing. Knitting.
It's "me and you, kid" night tonight for the child and myself -- Sam's going out to the famous Crawford Grill with his best buddy, and the child and I will eat grilled cheese sandwiches and watch "Ed, Edd n Eddy," to which I have become addicted. Sam'll come home all full of The Food Of His Childhood and jazz -- usually good jazz -- and he'll be all cheerful.
And I will have gotten the second half of the front of "Cul-de-sac" done or nearly done, I'm guessing.
*Ok, well, not "anon," really, since that would be Right Now, which isn't happening. "Anon" in its current usage, which would be In A While.
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