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Apr. 21st, 2010 08:25 amGood morning, blogland! Hope you're all rested up after yesterday's festivities.
Chicago has been really weird lately, because I was given to understand that we don't have "spring". It's just not something that happens, or we schedule it for a Tuesday in March. We go straight from snow to seventy-five. And yet, all this week and last week it's been sunny and in the high fifties.
None of us are prepared to cope with spring. We have no clothing for this. I am a junkie for coats, I love coats, but I have my parka and leather jacket (too warm) and three or four hoodies (not warm enough) and thus I am reduced to wearing thermal shirts with oxfords, which let me tell you is not a fashion statement I especially aspire to.
Spring! Who the hell invented this? I'm writing a letter of complaint.
Had crazy dreams last night, the best of which was that I bought a bookshop from an elderly couple and was converting it into a living space. When I took down the bookshelves, I found the family had at some point covered the walls in HUGE intricate murals. Also, because it was a bookstore, people kept coming into my living room wanting to buy a book.
I'm sure Freud or Jung would have a field day with all this.
Chicago has been really weird lately, because I was given to understand that we don't have "spring". It's just not something that happens, or we schedule it for a Tuesday in March. We go straight from snow to seventy-five. And yet, all this week and last week it's been sunny and in the high fifties.
None of us are prepared to cope with spring. We have no clothing for this. I am a junkie for coats, I love coats, but I have my parka and leather jacket (too warm) and three or four hoodies (not warm enough) and thus I am reduced to wearing thermal shirts with oxfords, which let me tell you is not a fashion statement I especially aspire to.
Spring! Who the hell invented this? I'm writing a letter of complaint.
Had crazy dreams last night, the best of which was that I bought a bookshop from an elderly couple and was converting it into a living space. When I took down the bookshelves, I found the family had at some point covered the walls in HUGE intricate murals. Also, because it was a bookstore, people kept coming into my living room wanting to buy a book.
I'm sure Freud or Jung would have a field day with all this.