The Aerie
Well, so much for New Year's Resolutions.
I think I'm officially out of compliance with all of them. My life is
most pointedly NOT balanced, I am not hitting the gym, and I don't
want to know what my weight is, thanks.
Of course, this is all due to having too much work, and earning too
much money, so there IS an upside. Not that I'm wealthy, or even
prosperous, but compared to last September (with its complete lack of
fiscal input), it feels terrific to be able to say "Well, I can pay my
bills THIS month."
So I have to take the bad with the good.
Meanwhile spring has finally arrived. You can feel it in the air. Oh,
winter will probably deliver a parting swipe of her claws, but even
that is in doubt: from "blizzard Friday" the local weatherfolks are
now down to "50/50 chance of snow". This means that there will be no
snow. I've [1]explored elsewhere that weather forecasters are absolute
Cassandras, forecasting doom and gloom in order to get you to tune in.
On the other hand, they also cover their butts pretty thoroughly with
this practice. Alberti's Law of Pessimism is "A pessimist is never
disappointed, and always pleasantly surprised," and certainly weather
forecasters make a living on this philosophy. If they tell you Friday
will be earthquakes, with a 75% chance of a flaming rain of blood,
then you the viewer will not only tune in on Thursday night, but
you'll be happy when the forecast is incorrect.
But this morning was lovely, the kind of weather the British term
"fine," a warm vernal sun slanting thinly through the budding branches
of the trees. The wife and I walked over to the [2]Birchwood Cafe for
breakfast, a rare treat but one we could afford because our babysitter
didn't show up Monday night. We ran into a neighbor with a new baby
and had a nice chat while walking home together. Very nice, very
relaxing.
And I'm listening to Nikka Costa's latest album. And my office is
halfway clean. And I have a little bit of a chance to relax today. So
hopefully if my resolutions for the year are utterly collapsed, at
least I can salvage a bit of sanity from the rubble.
And next week... I get to go to El Paso! Oh rapture!
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Posted by Albatross at March 26, 2003 12:00 AM