First Snow Day

A green golf-cart-like vehicle is driving past the window of the downtown Starbucks. The rear gate is down, and a man in a hooded Carhartt is dangling his legs off the back, sweeping armfuls of icemelt from behind himself and down onto the sidewalk.

That explains the curious patterns the salt makes.

The precipitation is falling like a fine, light snow, but making ripples in the puddles like rain. All morning, it hasn’t been able to commit to one form or the other — rain or snow or something in between.

Many of the trees in the oversized black planters outside are still clinging to leaves in shades of burgundy, orange, and chartreuse. The fall colors seem out of place with their branches’ accompanying thin layer of snow.

My son is enjoying his first snow day of first grade. Not at home, though: he’s at Extended Time, at the same place where he attended summer day camp. Hopefully, that means he’ll get to see some friends he hasn’t seen since August or September. For once, he was excited to go to ET; last year, he hated ET because he would miss his normal school friends. That boy is so social.

The car seems to just know the way to that school, after three straight months of morning drives to summer camp, after a full school year of snow days and all-day programs during breaks. Funny how an old routine can be so comfortable and familiar, like putting on that pair of sneakers after a summer of sandals.

Snowflakes are falling in earnest now, as I write this. This morning, as we drove to ET, the precipitation fell on the windshield as a light rain, but with the percussive hit of sleet. Hence why nearly every school district in the area cancelled for the day.

No snow day for us grown-ups, though. Time to get back to work.

Valid Reasons For Feeling Meh

Blog entry: from the car.

Let’s see how this works out. I’ve never dictated a blog entry using Siri while I was driving, but there’s a first time for everything.

This is actually kind of cool, except for when my phone thinks that I’m done because I pause too long.

Anyway, I wanted to talk about feeling kind of meh today, since it doesn’t happen very often anymore. (Sidenote: it seems that if I don’t use Siri, and instead I just use the microphone, it works pretty well with my Shatner-esque pauses.)

As I was checking my email on the john this morning, I learned that some friends of ours are moving 40 minutes away. They currently live about 5 to 10 minutes from our house. So, that was kind of a bummer for me, although I am super glad for them. It sounds like they’re super excited to move out to the country.

It’s kind of funny, though, because their idea of the perfect place to live is the exact opposite of what we were looking for when we wanted a house. What we wanted was something close to the highway, so we could get places quickly. What they wanted was no neighbors.

Then, when I went to drive my son to school this morning, I saw that it was spitting rain or snow or something in between. I was displeased.

So, I guess I can actually pointed to a couple of good reason why I have that familiar old feeling today. It happens. I’ll get over it.

Edit to add: Also, people who drive 15 mph through downtown infuriate me. Not what I needed.

Interesting Interactions

Wow. Well. I thought I was coming to the coffee shop to write about my new desktop computer, but then I sat down next to the most fascinating woman. Yes, fascinating in that sort of Why Did You Choose To Speak To Me sort of way.

The internet is a wide open place, so I won’t divulge all the intel she gave me, but the conversation began with her finding my Bluetooth keyboard amazing and ended with her informing me that her intelligence doubled last night due to a “high-profile” incident and that God told her that he is dumb compared to her. In between, she told me about how Iran are pros at stealing credit card numbers, how Europe gets all the best tech first and the US is kept technologically in the dark and treated like a third-world country, and how her family came illegally by boat from Germany.

That was a Very Interesting twenty minutes.

 

Edit to Add: Ten minutes later, she started talking to the baristas about how she’s a reincarnated six-month-old baby, and I just had to leave and go write someplace else.

 

Bangs

My husband and I were waiting at the end of the driveway for my son’s bus to drop him off yesterday. (I’d taken the day off for a salon visit and a doctor’s appointment.)

Aaron looks at my hair and says, “Do you know that one meme, with the cat wearing a lime on its head…?”

After we both had a good laugh, he backpedaled a little and told me that my updated ‘do reminded him of an astronaut’s wife — like, classic retro ‘60s hair.

I think maybe he was thinking more along the lines of Sharon Tate:

My bangs v. Sharon Tate’s

At any rate, my new bangs definitely made an impression. I can dig it.