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Okay. Okay. I know I complained about it being cold before. I know I bitched and moaned about Philadelphia.
But did we really have to lose power for three days after that ice storm? Did my room really need to be 30.9 degrees Fahrenheit last night? And the night before that? Was that really so necessary, Winter? I mean, I love you; you're cold and snow is pretty and you have Christmas in you, but holy freaking spirit on a bloody stick, I am looking forward to Spring now.
It was all really lovely in a surreal sort of way, though. Ice on every surface, vertical and horizontal. All the trees looking like willows, bent over heavy, and they looked like crystal and sounded like glass windchimes. And the grass--the ice didn't flatten it, just froze it whatever way it already was, so the lawn looked like a field of quartz crystals. It stills sounds like stepping on wine glasses when you go walking.
And now, even though the warmest part of the house still isn't breaking 55, and I'm not in the warmest part, it feels pretty cozy. My room at 48 felt like a sauna. I guess things like heat and cold are relative--you can only compare it to what you know. Though that doesn't explain my hands burning for 15 minutes in the shower I just took. They got too cold. They're still sort of gray.
I think weird things are just destined to happen to me on Valentine's day. Maybe only every other year--last year's was normal, if I remember correctly. At least I got what I needed mailed out before Wednesday... would have been another few day's wait, then, and it's already running late. Sad, though--I was looking forward to Molly's and Sara's magical baked goods on Wednesday morning. Suppose I'll have to wait another year. I'd rather not think about all the work I have to make up--three days out of school! again! ah! but there's a lot to be happy about. Like love and warmth and love.
But did we really have to lose power for three days after that ice storm? Did my room really need to be 30.9 degrees Fahrenheit last night? And the night before that? Was that really so necessary, Winter? I mean, I love you; you're cold and snow is pretty and you have Christmas in you, but holy freaking spirit on a bloody stick, I am looking forward to Spring now.
It was all really lovely in a surreal sort of way, though. Ice on every surface, vertical and horizontal. All the trees looking like willows, bent over heavy, and they looked like crystal and sounded like glass windchimes. And the grass--the ice didn't flatten it, just froze it whatever way it already was, so the lawn looked like a field of quartz crystals. It stills sounds like stepping on wine glasses when you go walking.
And now, even though the warmest part of the house still isn't breaking 55, and I'm not in the warmest part, it feels pretty cozy. My room at 48 felt like a sauna. I guess things like heat and cold are relative--you can only compare it to what you know. Though that doesn't explain my hands burning for 15 minutes in the shower I just took. They got too cold. They're still sort of gray.
I think weird things are just destined to happen to me on Valentine's day. Maybe only every other year--last year's was normal, if I remember correctly. At least I got what I needed mailed out before Wednesday... would have been another few day's wait, then, and it's already running late. Sad, though--I was looking forward to Molly's and Sara's magical baked goods on Wednesday morning. Suppose I'll have to wait another year. I'd rather not think about all the work I have to make up--three days out of school! again! ah! but there's a lot to be happy about. Like love and warmth and love.