Friday Leftovers . . .
I made a major mistake today: I took Brett and Em to Jerry’s for school art supplies this afternoon and failed to pay attention to the clock. Stupid, stupid, me. Rush hour on a Friday with snow makes for a perilous combination in my part of the world. We just spent almost and hour and 45 minutes trying to get home from Providence Road, something that normally takes 20 minutes or so. This area is insane when it snows. At least Tillie and I might get some good snow time in tomorrow.
I need a hot toddy.
P. S. Happy Birthday, Virginia Woolf.
Music by Lotte Kestner, “Falling Snow”
Driving to Town Late to Mail a Letter
It is a cold and snowy night. The main street is deserted.
The only things moving are swirls of snow.
As I lift the mailbox door, I feel its cold iron.
There is a privacy I love in this snowy night.
Driving around, I will waste more time.
~ Robert Bly