fo blizzle, my nizzle. part of me needed to work out yesterday because i'd been slacking, but most of me wanted to say that i'd gone to the gym in new york's biggest snowstorm - and to plompf through this.
new yorkers will go to great lengths for anecdotes;* twenty minutes ago a guy** just north of the carnegie deli offered me $5 to sled down a pile of plowed snow with him. it's now full of exhaust and pee, mind you, and will deposit you in the bus lane on 7th avenue; anything for a story, though. the guy's still out there with his plastic toboggan.
joe and i bundled up for a grocery / rental movie run at ten yesterday morning, when ours were the first footprints and hell's kitchen was completely silent. the streets were waking up by the time we walked home, and the local dogs were clearly having the best morning romp of their lives. three cheers for snow.
*and, yeah, photo sets. i'm only human.
**said guy didn't look crazy, but he did look like a guest host for new york noise. gotta watch out for those.
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oh, how i wish i could be there! or, my brain...
OK. What is going wrong here? New York gets whomped, and we here in Chicago are only dealing with seasonably cool temparatures--nothing too harsh for the last two months, and no real snow to speak of. What's that all about? We here are supposed to be the ones with the famed bitterly-cold winters.
Of course, I don't mind the cold. But I have a feeling that this overly-mild winter is going to morph into an oppressively hot summer. Your Chicago correspondents are of two minds on this. Jen, I am made to understand, cannot deal with the cold. For me, hazy, hot and humid equals hell. So: I'll get mine soon enough.
It's been sunny-and-seventies out here for a week. Arr.
oooh you "blogger with camera"
i'm telling you, we're close to bingo.
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