We had a pleasant though uneventful yesterday. I’d forgotten how much of a hassle it is to get places in the snow. Of course, I’d also forgotten the warm, gooey feeling you get as you walk into the museum/restaurant/shop you’ve been trying to reach for an hour and a half. My grad-school friend David (a Yankee who was, by the way, one of the best directors I’ve ever met), used to insist that winter was far preferable to summer precisely because of that. He’d argue that there’s something warm and nurturing about coming in from the cold to sit by a fire, but dragging yourself out of the Louisiana heat into an air-conditioned building didn’t have the same effect at all. Frankly, I dunno if I totally agree–I mean, I far-and-away prefer 100-degree temps to sub-freezing ones. Still, I like a good fire….
Of course, getting places would be slightly less exhausting if I were able to wear normal shoes. As it is, though, with all the snow and slush and crap, I prefer to wear boots, which means my legs and feet are worn out by the end of the day. Lucky for me, shopping at places like the world’s best bookstore can be remarkably rejuvenating….
(I promise, I’ll get off this reflective tip soon–back to regular old stupid crappy quasi-funny posts. Stay tuned.)
See you tonight, New Yorkers!
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