Mar. 14th, 2006

rejectomorph: (franz_marc_foxes)
A more seasonally appropriate precipitation arrived tonight, with cheerfully pattering rain replacing the recent sneaky silence of snow. Most of the remaining white stuff was dissolved within minutes. Alas that some of it, sliding down the roof, clogged the rain gutter above the front porch. The gutter then overflowed, with the resultant cascade drowning and crushing the sourgrass in the flower bed. Later, the snow tried to make a comeback, but only managed to become a flurry of sleet which coated the driveway so that I nearly slipped and fell on my ass when I went out to fetch the newspaper. The snow wants to kill me, I'm sure. The rain, however, prevailed, and the driveway has now been washed clean of all icy residue. Hah! Take that, snow! With the rain's help, I win!

I get the feeling I might be feeling better soon. Either that, or this slightly dazed giddiness indicates that I'm coming down with a cold. One never knows.

Late

Mar. 14th, 2006 09:17 pm
rejectomorph: (franz_marc_foxes)
Drippy days are here again. Soft rain strings the trees and lawns with clear beads, and makes mirrors of the pavement in which the drifting clouds are then reflected, as though the storm were contemplating itself. The weather can be as narcissistic as it pleases. I'm just glad the snow is gone, and I can go out to fetch the mail without sliding on the icy driveway.

I finally got an appointment with the dentist, but it isn't until next Tuesday. This must be the busy season. I suppose everybody's teeth are falling out from Christmas and Valentine's day candy. By the time I get in there, the tooth will have been broken for twelve days. I hope that doesn't lead to complications.

Also, I've just found out that my parents are planning a to-do (or maybe it will even turn out to be a whoop-te-do) for their anniversary, on Saturday. The place will be swarming with nephews and nieces and their kids. The cat will freak out. Afterwards, mom will complain about having too much company all at once, even though she's the one who invited them. One would think that people in their nineties would be more sensible.

Running late again.

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