|Be Kind To Your Web-Footed Friends! (For A Duck May Be Somebody's Mother)
||[Apr. 3rd, 2014|02:41 pm]
3 April 2014|
Weather report! Spring is breathing down our necks. Today is lovely, at least through the window. All the snow is gone, except for the bottoms of the largest piles. I've had to stop wearing my tweed jacket and switch to the cotton one (which, frankly, is villainously shabby, but what can you do?) Instead of a tweed flat cap, I wore my new grey fedora, which was pretty hot itself. Especially on the crowded train, which had the heat pumped right up.
Fashion report related to the weather! I have not seen any toes yet (that is to say, flip-flops or sandals); it's still pretty much all boots. I have, however, seen two pairs of what I believe are called Daisy Dukes – abbreviated cutoffs, though not scandalously so. Still, not pants one would wear if one were expecting boreal airs.
Of course, most people on the subway are still bundled in multiple layers, as though they were going to tackle K2 right after work, but I have seen several guys in T-shirts or shirtsleeves. I like jackets because of the pockets, but fairly soon I'll have to give them up for another six months.
There was a guy across the car from me last night, going home. Quite a big man, with a black beard. He was wearing an old-style field jacket, with a white scarf, under an ankle-length black overcoat. All I could think of, of course, was Hagrid – which might have been the very look he was aiming for. I did wonder where he'd gotten the coat.
Speaking of Spring, I once again missed my anniversary. This journal was started on 2 March 2004, which makes it more than ten years old. Damn. But my first post, verbatim, was Wednesday. Spring is at our throats, so I feel that there is a connection.
Well, sadly, back to work.
Spring is still pending. I'll believe it when the buds start budding, grass starts greening, and pollen-sufferers start sneezing.
I'm already arriving at work sweat-soaked and lathered...
He may have had griffons nesting in the beard.
Hey Professor! Not sure you've seen my latest post but I wanted to give you a heads up to please read?
Congratulations, and oh dear!
Change is hard. Unhappiness is harder. *pats*