The street lights on my block reflect a sunset color on the snow. They trick me at dusk into thinking that the sky is lower and might even be on fire. I see this from the porch where I check the mail, Did it come in spite of our shiny icy path?
I was expecting music in the mail. There was no music in the mail. There was no mail.
I retreat. The furnace fan warms my socks and the feet inside them, but that's because I stand over the register.
Damn! Where is global warming when we need it?
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And I see in His Charlessness's name that he is now only a Minor Deity. He seems in total control of his socks, but perhaps the weather is not in the Minor Deity Job Description.
You know me better than I know myself, Marilee.
And just for the record, I would never intrude on His Thiesennessness's Diety Turf.
Nice to hear the non-news from Monadnock St. I used to do some landscaping over there, many moons ago.
Is the Strand still going strong in Uphams Corner? Haven't been there in years. Used to eat at restaurant right around there - it was a pub as well. Can't remember the name of it, but the food went downhill and then I think it closed. It was on a side street across from the cemetery.
Tonia - The restaurant and pub is still there, but not known for its food anymore. But a new place opened up on Hancock Street, a classy Cape Verdean restaurant. The Strand is still going strong. The Mayor gave his state of the city speech there last month.
Tommy is still Mayah. He's okay, but for me the best thing about him is his accent. The Boston accent is disappearing, but he's keeping it alive single handedly.
Ok - I'll stop with the food now (just for Madame Donna).
Thanks Charles. I've really enjoyed this tonight. No doubt I will be dreaming of all my old haunts.
Whew, thanks Tonia. You were making me think about restaurants in Boston. Oh yearning...
By the way, have you been to Boston?
But Donna! I was only thinking of you. I didn't want you to be lured into a Bistro by the attractive Frenchness of it, the promise of superb cuisine, only to find a cousin on the menu.
You from Boston, too?
Charles, thanks for the concern. I usually sniff French restaurants before entering.
Hmmm, I don't know it is still there, but I planted a redbud in front of the Bowdoin St Health Center years ago - if it still growing there it must be getting quite large. I think they did some renovations a few years ago and they may have cut it down. (Aww, that would be a shame.)
Good night.
Oh, and Donna - you must be careful here - you say Cambridge and I think sushi and Greek food and all the wonderful spots in Harvard Sq - oh, and there is an awesome Italian place just outside of Kendall Sq. Dang - I must be hungry or something.
I've also always wondered why, if it has to rain for us to have water and so the plants can grow (as it was explained to me when I was a toddler) why can't "it" do all the raining at night? No one has yet been able to answer this, especially in a theistic framework.
BTW, there are places in the world where there is a clear rainy season during which it rains for a limited time every day, usually around the same time. I don't know if any of them have rain at night, but I don't see why that couldn't happen. If that's your desire you might petition a deity with a little more experience in that area. Just keep in mind that you're MY devotee and I am a jealous god.
Have a nice day.
I've lived in one of those places with the clear rainy season (well, it's two rainy seasons) during which it rains for a limited time every day (except when it rains the whole day, but then nobody goes to school or work, so it's okay). The scheduled time was between 2 and 3 in the afternoon.
But even during the non-rainy season the weather report consists of "20% chance of afternoon showers over hilly areas", which is most of the country.
Since you're now pretending you're just a minor deity, and will probably ask as though you didn't know, it's small the English-speaking island to the south of the larger Spanish-speaking island that we're not allowed to visit.
South of unmentionable with the almost dead guy with the beard? Hey! I lived in Jamaica, too. But it was the other one, on Long Island, NY. You've lived a bunch of places. Where else?
Oh, yeah, smitten. I knew it was something like that. Trouble is, that sounds so much like romance it's hard to connect it with cleaving someone's head in twain, or whatever. If you come up with a name for your nemesis, or a social security number even, or a PIN, let me know, cloven in twain just like that! Or is cloven only for hooves? Or is it hoofs? I'm pretty sure it's hooves, but then why isn't woof wooves?
Don't you mean unlike Viswanathan you're innocent? Though I don't really blame her.
Well, if you want to put it that way.... But we both claim to be innocent. :-)
Yeah, I saw the side-by-side sentences, and unless she has supernatural subconscious abilities, she had to have copied them. It's weird exactly because she could have just changed a few more things and it would have just looked like the usual clichés of the genre.
It's almost 1:00 here on the opposite coast. I'm off to bed. Have a good night.
But as thy follower....I have now subscribed to Thee so that I may not miss another of your musings.
PS Remember Thou shal not put any "babe" before me.....especially not Penelope Cruz.
But give me a break with that "severe cold" stuff. It's forty degrees in Virginia Beach. It's less than half that on Monadnock Street and that's the warmest it's been all day. My hands were almost frostbit when I walked my housemate's dog this morning.
(Forty degrees! "fierce cold..." mumble mumble. I guess your blood has thinned since your New England days.)
It's so cool to meet people who know my neighborhood. I think I'll put the name of my high school in the title of my next piece. Or maybe the street I grew up on.
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And now I'm compelled to read your response to me on your jail piece (which everyone should read immediately). How am I going to finish my synopsis so I can respond to your email?!
And today it is a lovely 54....which I believe is a heatwave in your neck of the woods.
Yes....I realized I could not walk around with a down blanket all the time.....it conflicts with my tiara choices of the day. So I had to go south.
54 is more reasonable than 77, but, yes, it would be a heatwave around here today.
I can see that the tiara thing would make New Hampshire a rule out in winter. I had to give up wearing one for that very reason. But that wasn't such a big sacrifice for me. It kept getting tangled in my hair.
At least it's forty here today. A glacier just slid off the roof. Icebergs are floating down the driveway. Winter might be over. Naaaaa, I know better.
I inspired that? Am I the "well know Gatherer?" Aw shucks! (I'm blushing.)
Guess what 62...the global warming thing is working!
I must change into my spring tiara. It is really cute.
Sixty Arrrrghghghh Two?! You're cruising for a smiting yourself. Only Marilee makes you look like a piker so I'll forebear.
When you smite his hair.....make it a straight line....almost like a part...like a side part. That might look nice.