There has been maybe two or three days since I started working this season where it hasn't rained. Today, I worked down at Bootlegger's, and it poured for the entire four hours I was there out on the water. It soaked through my windbreaker, my long-sleeve, and my bathing suit to an icy layer on my skin, and the crazy wind and zero sun made the wetness absolutely miserable. The wetness continued on to the evening, when I worked up at North Hill. Interestingly enough, people actually came to swim and use the waterslide, even though it was negative 2893749287 outside and drearily overcast. I still managed to get through three-quarters of Ferenheit 451, a book I hadn't read since maybe freshman year of high school. The evening ended nicely, with a beautiful lilac sunset, with splashes of strawberry pink and some fiery orange on the horizon. I must have watched it for a good fifteen minutes, and somewhere in the back of my mind, poetry echoed in the distance. I was feeling good on my way back home, which may have been from the sunset, but may also have had something to do with the paycheck I had just deposited into my account.
Technically, today is the fourth. In about four hours my mother is going up in a hot air balloon for her late birthday present, and I am going to go watch her. I then will drag my sorry, exhausted rear end to work, and then spend the afternoon with my dad and the evening with my dear Emily, who will be leaving for New Zealand shortly. I will miss her.
It's about time I go to bed. I'll write more later, probably after Solarfest (which you should go to, fools).
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3 comments:
at least you look good wet...I think
Nobody looks good wet. Unless dripping, shivering, and hypothermia is in these days. I just don't keep up with these silly trends.
sometimes freezing to death is sexy....have you seen Saw 4? You shouldn't. Its rubbish.
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