Waiting
Sunday was a cold, cloudy day. I was alone for a few hours and thought about walking the dog, but I was so irritated with the weather that I holed up on my bed and watched Law and Order episodes.
Yesterday, the weather was capricious.
It snowed fat, fluffy flakes, the kind that are so exciting in December, but not so much at the end of March. Later it cleared up, then kicked in again with a heavy dose of wind--sideways snow this time. The snow stopped, and we had a little sun. Then more clouds blew in and the day ended grey, cold, and windy.
Coming home from work, I stopped at the store and bought our dinner from the freezer section. I felt guilty as I did this--I usually make real food. But I was tired, and the wind was blowing.
I drove past kids playing on top of the seven-foot grey snow drifts at the edge of a school parking lot. I napped through my group 2.5 mile run. We had breaded fish and fries for dinner.
I'm waiting these days. For real Spring, for sure. But also on other things, big things. I've applied for a MFA program in writing, and I'll find out if I got in soon (and start my college fund--thinking garage sale). I've had some health issues (nothing dangerous), and will find out if surgery is recommended. My job is up in the air. We're waiting to see what happens funding-wise for my program.
The funny thing is that I'm not feeling much angst about any of these issues (though I am somewhat compulsively checking e-mail to see if I have MFA news). I don't mind the waiting. The only thing that's truly bugging me is this delay in Spring.
It may be here. The highs for the next week are all above freezing, so I'm cautiously optimistic. The radio announcer keeps cheerfully proclaiming today a "Beautiful sunny day--with a high of 36." I may even walk the dog.
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| This is from November 11. Back in the olden days when snow was fun and new. |
Yesterday, the weather was capricious.
It snowed fat, fluffy flakes, the kind that are so exciting in December, but not so much at the end of March. Later it cleared up, then kicked in again with a heavy dose of wind--sideways snow this time. The snow stopped, and we had a little sun. Then more clouds blew in and the day ended grey, cold, and windy.
Coming home from work, I stopped at the store and bought our dinner from the freezer section. I felt guilty as I did this--I usually make real food. But I was tired, and the wind was blowing.
I drove past kids playing on top of the seven-foot grey snow drifts at the edge of a school parking lot. I napped through my group 2.5 mile run. We had breaded fish and fries for dinner.
I'm waiting these days. For real Spring, for sure. But also on other things, big things. I've applied for a MFA program in writing, and I'll find out if I got in soon (and start my college fund--thinking garage sale). I've had some health issues (nothing dangerous), and will find out if surgery is recommended. My job is up in the air. We're waiting to see what happens funding-wise for my program.
The funny thing is that I'm not feeling much angst about any of these issues (though I am somewhat compulsively checking e-mail to see if I have MFA news). I don't mind the waiting. The only thing that's truly bugging me is this delay in Spring.
It may be here. The highs for the next week are all above freezing, so I'm cautiously optimistic. The radio announcer keeps cheerfully proclaiming today a "Beautiful sunny day--with a high of 36." I may even walk the dog.