Something Big, Coming Up

In the middle part of my weekly food rounds (Bridgehead for soup/coffee/larfs with Michael and Adam, if I'm lucky enough to catch them; Herb & Spice for bulk, greens, eggs; Hartman's for the rest) I ran into Stephanie.

"So, what are you doing tonight?" she asked.
"Enh, staying home. I have a Pixies documentary to watch."

I felt slightly sheepish, because even though I think this is an entirely fine thing to accomplish with a Saturday night, it's not really, well, exciting. Unless you like the Pixies and don't feel like leaving your house. So I was pretty excited about it, but could see that from the outside, it might make me look, well, kind of boring. Like the kind of person who doesn't *do* things.

But seems her two band boy roommates are out of town touring a lot these days, and when they're gone, she, you know, finds herself at home alone, not going out. She seemed a bit sheepish, too, so we got to be a bit sheepish and also relieved to be sheepish together.

It's hibernating season, bright sun today be damned. I'm feeling slow in my words, in my body, my thoughts. I can only hope that after all this staying in and still there's something quick coming along.

Yo what's up/ With the boots on yer feet

The problem with being very proactive about getting rid of your worn out winter boots is that you really do need to replace them before there's a heavy snowfall warning and the heavens unload 10-15 centimeters of the fluffy stuff onto streets that you need to be walking on that very same day.

Not that I begrudge the snow. Like most people, I like this part of winter. And like dogs too, apparently. I took Shy Dog out for her constitutional this morning, to much delighted doggie frolicking. Since I was wearing itchy wool socks that made my not-so-warm leather boots pretty tight, I was not frolicking.

Boots. This weekend. I swear. I'll just pick some and buy them.