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| Oooh. Pudee. |
I used to love the snow. I used to love it so much I’d go to visit, just because. I’d bring it muscles to strain, extremities to freeze, asses to bust. Snow would remind me that I was flexible and quick on my feet and that I had a fabulous sense of humor. We’d frolic and kiss and hug for hours. I don’t know how it happened, but that’s all changed. Snow and I are no longer on speaking terms. Well, not
friendly speaking terms, anyway. Here it is Friday afternoon, and I’ve been stuck in my apartment in Dallas since Monday night. All alone. With my hair in plats, me looking like Snoop about the head. You can almost hear the viola, can’t you?
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| Not my door. |
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| Next day. I think they're stuck. |
Well, not completely alone. My trueblue friend MacBook has been here keeping me company. But MacBook’s been hyperemotional lately. We’ve shared a few laughs with Wanda Sykes and some tears on the beaches of the Atlantic and Pacific. We’ve even done the Cupid Shuffle a couple of times. But if Mac throws one more Christmas carol in mix, we’re gonna have it out! Reminding me of all the frozen precipitation outside my door.
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| Come on; lay back and relax. |
To be honest this is Ice’s fault, rolling in Monday night, overstaying its welcome like the in-law that invades your guestroom, seeming to never have any intention of returning to his own home. Of course, I’m only guessing with this analogy since none of my in-laws have ever done anything remotely resembling Ice this week. If it weren’t for MacBook, I’d have jumped from my balcony long ago. Well, at least by 4:30 this morning when I saw that Snow had come in to obliterate Ice, and not in a good way. Snow has gifted me a mind that is bouncing off the walls, walls that were already entirely too close for comfort. There is only so much cleaning that can be done in a one-bedroom apartment with only one human inhabitant.
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| Winter wonderland? |
Loving family and friends have been making suggestions to help alleviate some of the monotony. One was to walk to the neighborhood bar, meet some folks and start a new photo series at said bar. Very interesting. However, I figured I’d bust my ass walking back after a few martinis since the sidewalks iced over Monday night.
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| What is wrong with these Dallas people? |
I wasn’t exactly wrong. Not that I made the trek to the bar. I took a knee on the way to the dumpster this morning. But hey, I’m a creative sort. Or maybe just a good liar. Cause I decided to lay back and make a snow angel right there, in case anyone was looking out the window. A neighbor inadvertently informed me that there were four inches of snow on top of ice as she measured with her little ruler. I called back, “There’s more than that over here.” Still quick on my feet even if I don’t always stay on them.
Yesterday, Baby Girl suggested I do something creative. I cooked a pot of taco soup (much tastier than it sounds). After dinner I took out canvas to paint, but was too tipsy to focus my brain on anything coherent (had a couple or three beers while cooking and a couple glasses of wine (lost count after one) with dinner). I’ll get back to painting later. Maybe I’ll paint tipsy anyway, just to see what happens cause I’m sure I’ll be in the same state this evening.
What I finally did do was to take a walk with my camera around the complex today, no alcohol involved. Well, not until I got back to the apartment. I waited until I was having my lunch before I opened the bottle. There were some interesting sights. I also found that Ice was not completely annihilated by Snow. There were more than a few crackles under my feet and at least three attempts at my un-footing.
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| Trying to break the ice in the pool. |
Alas, that only held me over for about half an hour. After a cup of tea and downloading the pix, I decided to take my hair down. It’s gotten quite long on top, wouldn’t you say?
Boredom overtook me, so I sent a picture message to a few folks. Ashley had to call to check on me, asked what I was doing, suggested I check out her new montage on utube. I wasn’t able to get to her channel. We got to have a good laugh about it, though. Scratch that. I had a good laugh when she asked what was wrong with me, what did I spell as I was retyping the address again. The user name she was giving me was messenger in disguise. Really, I’m still giggling because I thought she said “messenger in the skies.” Go figure. At least it disrupted the ennui. Notice that I am so bored, I decided to waste some time by using the thesaurus. And see, I’m not really a liar, cause I just admitted that I used the thesaurus. Really, who uses ennui these days?
Check out my baby’s work. And if you know of some place she can make money doing this, by all means inform me!
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