A Strolling Thought

I walked downtown today instead of taking the bus.  It was not the best day weather wise.  In fact, it was what the Spanish would refer to as El Sucko.

I just missed my bus, so I had the choice of standing at the bus stop and grinding my teeth down to the nerve endings, or taking advantage of an opportunity to move my wiry ass and walk.  I actually walk downtown more often than not these days.  The route that goes by my work tends to be pretty unreliable due to industrial trains holding it up.  Since this winter hasn’t been very brutal, I’ve been able to make the walk in 15 minutes briskly. 

Well my ass may not register on the Lopez Scale yet, but the good news is my teeth are still more or less in one piece and independently rotting out of my head without any deliberate help from me.

As the freezing cold rain landed on my face, I thought “yip, I'm about ready for the real warm weather”.  I surveyed my surroundings.  Nobody was within a block ahead or behind me so I belted out some Johnny Lang loud enough that I could hear myself over my blasting headphones.  It felt nice.  The cold droplets, who were fighting an identity crisis trying to decide if they were rain or snow almost felt good.  Almost.

You know that smell when the air gets drastically warmer for the first time?  The fresh scent of wet earth and old leaves  Then you hit some patches were the aroma of snow bank preserved and aged dog shit over powers the musty fragrance and leaves your nostrils begging for mercy.  I didn’t smell that today, but I did last week.  It was comforting and nauseating.  I smiled through my gag and was thankful that spring is in the works.  But spring is always interrupted by one last hoo-raw from winter.

“Spring will be right back after this message from our sponsor:  HEY! My name is Blizzard Flurry! Just call me Blizz! I’m about to take a dump on you!  It will be about a foot deep! Ha! You shouldn’t have put away your shovel!”

I am just hoping for now that ole Blizzard Flurry will make his deposit sooner rather than later.  Chicago people watchin’ just ain’t fun when everyone is bundled up.

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[Jerry]

"Nobody was within a block ahead or behind me so I belted out some Johnny Lang loud enough that I could hear myself over my blasting headphones."

Remember -- you're supposed to sing like nobody's listening. (8-)

JGH

[Hazel Hazel]

Snow covering the grass here this morning. UGH. Warmer by weekend, hopefully.

[Daxohol]

Hazel! There you are! Hang in there girl! Just think sunny thoughts-eg. Have a nice tall glass of Long Island Ice Tea!

Jerry: Cheers to that my friend...I do have a shy streak that comes out from the pile once in a blue moon...or cold rainy day...