the time has come to say goodbye to warm weather. no more flip flops, flowy skirts, bronzed skin, and tank tops. no more lazy days by the pool, leisurely walks, or windows down/music blasting.
technically all this should've happened a month or more ago, but thanks to global warming we've been enjoying 70-80 degree temperatures in virginia for most of november. even yesterday i walked from the gym to the law school (about 1/4 mile) wearing only shorts and a tank top and didn't freeze my tail off. i did break the seal on the sweater-box a week or two ago (the symbolic demise of summer), but that turned out to be a premature evacuation and said sweater was gleefully tossed aside upon venturing outside of any building.
now, after a maelstrom rain last night, the weather has snapped. most of the leaves are off the trees, and while the sun is shining, the air is a biting 40something. old man winter is coming soon, you'd better take cover.
so i'd been trying to deny that snow is in the not-too-distant future and convince myself that today was just a fluke, our 70s would return soon, when i began my daily procrastination routine of internet surfing. i came upon a blog with fake horoscopes, and lo and behold if even a fake horoscope for leo warned me to get used to frosty weather. none of the other fake horoscopes mentioned weather (or bigamy for that matter), so i suppose this is a subtle way for the gods to tell me to suck it up and deal with it.
and so continues what may for the rest of the world be the cycle of the seasons. but me, i will soon be cold, miserable, angry at the snow, and depressed from lack of warmth and sunshine, with static-y hair and dry skin to boot. oh, and did i mention stressed out from exams and not having done my christmas shopping? not to worry, though. there are treats a plenty during this time of year - from halloween to thanksgiving to christmas to valentine's day to easter. chocolate and tacky decorations will keep my spirits up until the flip flops come out again. and really, this is perhaps a time of rejoice because an irritable niki often makes a rampant niki which may in fact lead to more entertaining posts. time to buy more socks, my feet are getting cold.
2 comments:
Not to rain on your cold parade, but at least you don't have pediatricians to find, day care to decide on, Christmas plans to attempt to make and shop for, swollen and achey body parts that continually grow and jab at your, no sleep for leg cramps (and I'm not talking normal calf cramps, I'm talking inner thigh and inner knee where you think your knee cap is about to pop off) and oh, by the way, spitting out a kid! ugh. Ok, sorry, have I mentioned I'm in the uncomfortable phase. Didn't mean to vent on your blog. But, while we were complainging. . .
oooh, sassy! by all means, everyone should feel free to complain when complaining is due (or even when it might not be).
as for spitting out a kid, i'm thinking that might be easier than the traditional approach :)
and not that i have any idea what 8 months pregnant feels like, but i totally have had that knee cap feeling and it's SO not fun.
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