Humorless

When I went to bed last night, a day of bright sunshine had taken its toll on the snow outside, and I was looking forward to more of the same today.

I awoke to the sounds of snow being shovelled.

I may just go back to bed. Almost 2 hours after getting up, IT IS STILL FALLING. I can't even bring myself to haiku about the injustice of it.

Life in the Fast Lane

I took D.D. and her friend to the movies Wednesday afternoon, and I was *the only adult* in a theater with a bunch of 8-year-olds. I have seen the 9th level of hell and will be getting religion directly.

I was looking for one of my Violent Femmes tapes recently and came across a box of tapes we didn't have shelf space for. I dug out a big stack of my music and 1) got down on my knees and thanked all 7 dwarfs that there wasn't any Whitesnake or Bon Jovi in there, then 2) drug it downstairs for dishwashing music. That's one chore that just *flies* by when you're listening to techno dance music. I'm sure Mr. Voyeur John Deere employee across the street is enjoying the sight of me shaking my ass while I wash coffee cups.

In order to increase the literary quality of my blog, I have decided to start composing portions of it in haiku. I hope you enjoy this new feature.

Skin like Death Valley;
Garments of yarn—I hate you!
Snow driving me mad...

Harbinger of Spring,
Sunshine yellow Narcissus
Smells like pee—must go!

Seared Eyeballs, etc.

A lady got on the bus this morning with a baby stroller that could double as an all-terrain vehicle (very common here in Germany), but I didn't really pay her much attention until she was getting off the bus. She had on these *pants*; they were ghastly: black, textured upholstery with white horizontal threads in them. Whoever sold her the things should be taken out and shot, and whoever designed them should be sterilized. They were hideous; I mean, I wouldn't even pick up something made in that fabric off a curb, even if it were still wrapped in plastic and had the price tags on it.

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I have held out hope these many months that the Chinese take-away in our village would reopen. There was even a sign up for a while that they were remodelling, and I just knew that my faithful patience would pay off. But alas! This morning I saw that the name had been scraped off the sign, and the building was closed and shuttered. I will have to make a special trip for Chinese food in the future (which is actually not too hard; I can think of 4 places in town off the top of my head). But it is a pisser nonetheless, because we are down to only 2 restaurants around here that deliver, both pizza/Italian. That means I have virtually no excuses for grocery shopping laziness.

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Weather-bitching level: 10
I guess I don't really have it so bad compared to the poor sods in northern Spain (-26C, I read), but -6C plus snow and ice on the ground is bad enough when you're getting around on foot. And when you hate snow. Actually, I was doing pretty well this winter; we didn't get much in the way of snow until February, but now I am ready for it to leave, thank you very much. I'm looking forward to warmth and sunshine outside at the same time.

All the shops around here have already put out their spring clothing lines, and it is a bizarre sight: people wearing parkas stopping to look at window displays of scantily clad mannequins in front of photos of flowers. L.H. and I always complain that it is still below freezing outside, but we probably won't be able to buy snow gloves for D.D. if she loses hers again before next October. And the winter clothes went on sale the beginning of February, which is when it started snowing (see above). Stu-pid!