I'm not sure what it looks like out of your window today, I swear it looks like snow here. An impossibility at forty-five degrees, but I'm still checking the sky from time to time. It's been gray and raw both in and out. I even hunted down the big red switch to see if the heating system was actually on. So, if like me, you're getting a little twitchy waiting to sit outdoors, jacket-less, the sun on your face, here's a little something to keep you going.
These are from my trip a few weeks ago to the Mt. Holyoke College bulb show.
The reign of silence in the house had become absurd,
laughingly inconvenient. A phone call
could trigger a round of hostile mime, a visitor to the door forced a
schizophrenic travesty of polite conversation with the guest, hampered by an
absolute refusal to acknowledge the existence of the other spouse in the room.
She and he went about their days, an invisible line painted
through the center of the house. If he went in the kitchen, she settled into the dining room. If she commandeered the living room,
So there I am feeling virtuous at in the morning, sailing along on my favorite
treadmill. I like this one best because it’s on the end, so I only
have to deal with one neighbor, and I have a direct sightline of the Today Show
on the monitor. My head is up, my
headset is on, and my legs are moving. Okay, I’m walking, not running, but I’m
traveling at a pretty good clip.