Warm Impermanence

Sidewalk slush rivers
are fun for little children
and nobody else.

We got even more snow last night, but today it's all melting. There was a beautiful thick winter fog this morning — the kind we only get in the Maritimes. I had a treacherous half-hour walk to a 9:30 client meeting along narrow sidewalks full of water with nowhere to go.

I was running late and so panicked when I found myself stuck behind a short-legged woman. But she was a determined walker, and — more importantly — wearing boots that were more sensible than
mine, so our wildly different routes ended up taking about the same amount of time. For my part, I kept

Image via Nietzsche Family Circus
— highly recommended.

imagining a dotted line trailing behind me, like one of those Family Circus cartoons where Billy or Jeffy makes some simple task into an Odyssean study in childish whimsy.

Really, though, my puddle-hopping, bank-climbing Mr. Bean jig probably would have gotten more laughs in real time (say, for instance, if the galoshed dwarf had ever turned around to see what all the huffing and puffing behind her was about) than any post-mortem diagram Bil Keane could ever draw. I realize that's not saying much...

Hey, have you been watching Girls this season? And has it been making your stomach hurt as much as mine? I'm finding the 20-somethings' emotionally cavalier escapades really anxiety-producing this time around, but maybe the story lines have just been a little too close to home. Don't get me wrong, though, I've been enjoying the hell out of it, possibly even more than the first season. I thought this last weekend's episode, "One Man's Trash," was especially beautiful and sad. You?