December was eventful. I was given a teaser job in accounting at my temp agency. They took that away and I only needed two weeks to shake the feeling of being dumped. It ended up being not so terrible because they managed to find me a real job at a real company where I can show up for as long as I like, complete with benefits and paid vacation and several other grown-up essentials. Starting Monday, I will work down the street from the Fed, so I am sure that I will skip out of work early sometime and take the basement tour where they show you the duffel bags full of quarters. When the weather gets warm, I can sit by the water during my lunch and watch the boats float by.
My family cancelled Christmas, so I was able to choose my own adventure for the week. I picked the warm weather, amazing Tex-Mex, and much needed couple-time options all provided down in Texas. Sigh. Four super days of Austin just made Boston seem that much colder and depressing. Oh yeah, winter in New England really sucks.
So now I'm sitting in a living room no longer littered with glitter and stockings. It's the coldest day of winter and the sun went down sometime after 4pm. I'm in 13 layers of warm clothing and my fingers are still a little numb. I think the poem from Amanda's mom sums it up best:
WINTER
a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre
Fuck!
It's cold!
1 comment:
Abigail is quite the poet. I like!
I'm with you on missing the Christmas lighting options. I tide myself over with up-lights. Stick cheap up-lights behind furniture, and it creates some nice effects. (Not as nice as Christmas lights, of course, but they do in a pinch.)
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