December 9th, 2001

caillebotte_man at his window


It is not actually raining, or drizzling, or misty tonight. Just sort of wet. The trees are dripping, the pavements glistening, as though the world had broken out in a cold sweat. Well, that metaphor doesn't look quite as pleasant as the reality does, but I suppose you catch my drift. It is damp.

The sky is dark except for a small patch of silver glowing where the moon can't quite break through the clouds. I find it very pleasant. It reminds me, though, that, when I was a child, I was afraid of the dark. If my parents had known how much I would grow to love it, they would probably not have discouraged my fear. I'm sure they disapproved of the late hours I was keeping by the time I was in my teens.

But I am glad I outgrew my fear of the dark. Now, night is my favorite time. And the things I fear most are probably runny cheese and flat beer. Oh, yes; and computers!
caillebotte_man at his window

Catch Breath

Amazing, how doing so little can take up so much time.

When I went for a walk this afternoon, I saw kids playing basketball in shorts and t-shirts. How do they do that in this weather? How do they find the time to do it at all?

Are there no chores?

Are there no prisons?

Are there no workhouses?

And, in various front yards, I have seen a new Christmas oddity. It is a white spiral of what is probably some sort of plastic, shaped into a tree-like cone, lined with blinking lights, with a lit star at the top. The latest seasonal lawn ornament, it seems. I guess some people love the holidays because it gives them the chance to display astonishing things in their yards. Well.