Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting. I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams, I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing.
Friday, March 11, 2005
Dear West Coast friends, I know, I know. From your balmy climes, it probably looks like all of us northerly East Coast-types are wearing hairshirts, what with our consistently miserable weather. (Actually, the weekend has been chilly but nice, nice enough for me to eschew the library and do some retail therapy on the Upper East Side.) I can’t help it, though: it *does* make the spring feel better when the winter has been awful, much as a nice crisp fall is our reward for the furnace-like summer. I’m afraid I would get all soft, like Nero or the Hedonism Bot on Futurama, if I spent the winter months drinking umbrella-studded rum drinks. Not that I’m suggesting *you’re* soft, ‘mouse. Not in the least. 
Snow, it wasn’t exactly a test, but I just knew you’d spot the looney references anyway. Has your six inches of snow shown up yet? Drive carefully, m’dear.
Razz, considering the average Toronto weather, I should never kvetch about New York winters ever again. Isn’t it about 11 degrees up there all winter long?
Bakerina on 03/13/05 at 01:03 PM
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I was gonna say the same thing as Tvindy. There are those who enjoy long, miserable NY winters just so they can “appreciate” spring (before summer turns NY into a different sort of hell). There are also those who enjoy flagellation, or putting needles through their cheeks for the glory of god.
Please forward my calls to the pool where I’ll be drinking something with rum and a little umbrella.