Walking In A Winter Wonderland...
Here I am. Sitting, yet again, in my Boston Harbor Cruises front desk chair, eagerly awaiting 3:30pm. I feel like a prisoner waiting to be released from his jail cell because he mistakenly walked in to the wrong place at the wrong time. No more of this fucking bullshit until, most likely, next year. The phone has not rung yet. Who the fuck is going to go on a 45 minute cruise in this weather.
At least watching the snow passes the slow time. It's beautiful near the water. Nothing has been plowed, the snow is still white, their is an eerie, yet pleasant fog in the air. Snow always makes me a little sad when I am not at home. Snow give me fond memories of childhood (with Scuppie and Scrappy, primarily) and playing in it without care. People hem and haw about it, but I don't see the point. Isn't it a great feeling, right after you've shoveled, to go inside, curl up in a ball and drink some cocoa with your comfie clothes on?
I think so.
6 more hours and no more BHC. Thank you. Grande Caramel Apple Cider, Papers to write and Christmas to look forward to.
Mikey
At least watching the snow passes the slow time. It's beautiful near the water. Nothing has been plowed, the snow is still white, their is an eerie, yet pleasant fog in the air. Snow always makes me a little sad when I am not at home. Snow give me fond memories of childhood (with Scuppie and Scrappy, primarily) and playing in it without care. People hem and haw about it, but I don't see the point. Isn't it a great feeling, right after you've shoveled, to go inside, curl up in a ball and drink some cocoa with your comfie clothes on?
I think so.
6 more hours and no more BHC. Thank you. Grande Caramel Apple Cider, Papers to write and Christmas to look forward to.
Mikey