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it already seems like it is going to look and feel like this forever. deep Winter seems to have arrived *much* too soon and i am wondering where went the pleasantness and energy of beloved Autumn so quickly. the “ice storm” was somewhat of a disappointment, even though we allowed ourselves to be caught up in the frenzy and my poet went out at night (unheard of!) to acquire bread and chips, so if necessary we could live on peanut butter sandwiches and tortilla chips and water for days without power. clementines, also. needless to say (it is *never* as exciting in our town as anticipated), the university was not closed down and i had to skate to work next morning. ugh. the sidewalks are impossible, so one must walk in the street, which is just as frightening, with icy patches and students in grand vehicles in a great rush to get their fruited-up lattes before finals. ugh. i have not seen the sun for days. i don’t even know where my sunshades are. every day i feel like a russian peasant, dressed in the one black skirt that does not have static cling with tights and leggings, lumpy socks and clumpy boots. at least the tights are striped. and i *do* love my parka and my jolly hat with earflaps.
but for Three More Months?
i don’t know…
ps. don’t even ask me about art.