March 16, 2004
March blizzard predicted
Yesterday I took what was supposed to be a quick run to the market, only to find long lines of little old ladies thwarting me. When will I get it through my head that I am a little old lady?
Well, I was there, but for youthful purposes-- orange juice. This was 2:00 on a Monday afternoon, why the crowd? Sure enough, a snow storm was predicted for today - six to eight inches. Who among us keeps our cupboards so bare that we cannot gastronomically survive a March snowstorm? I can answer that question; single gentlemen. There were none in line yesterday. They all drive Jeeps.
And it was getting so balmy. We will appreciate the contrast of spring all the more --an Abraham-Hicks perspective, if I ever heard one.
I shall wear fleece to my day job, stay cozy, and enjoy all the cancellations. That's why I need a laptop.
In keeping with the snowy theme, brunch with an arctic afficionado on Sunday yielded the online humor magazine of the contract workers in Antarctica, Big Dead Place Highly recommended. Here's a sample, entitled "Complaining":
"In the constellation of complaints, food and mail are the brightest stars. There is little you can say about either subject that has not already been whined, moaned, or groaned about already. In the interest of craftsmanship, it is best to remember that if you are going to complain, then you should do so in a way that entertains those around you, because no one really feels sorry for you anyway. All anyone really wants is to forget the miserable horrors of their mundane existence, if even for a few fleeting moments of laughter. Some people call any critical statement 'complaining' only when they do not agree with it, but are otherwise happy to complain about the food or the mail. Some people are tired of hearing those people complain about complaining."
Do explore, it will help you appreciate your surroundings-- and your boss, for that matter.