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We have a day where it's almost springlike, then one where it's bitterly cold, then it's sunny and dry, then clouds wander in over the course of sixteen seconds and the bottom falls out. It's ridiculous.
What do I get to go to my appointment in Tuesday? The forecast is for the coldest day of the year (including the days from winter from last year), with a hard freeze overnight (if you never heard that before, that's Texan for "it stayed below freezing for more than an hour, so liquid water may actually turn solid") and never get above 40 or so the rest of the day.
I hope it hasn't been raining before that, because I have to drive way down to Angleton, and I don't feel like a-slippin' and a-slidin' with everybody else who lives here and doesn't understand how to drive on ice. (I understand the physics of it intellectually, but insofar as practice, I have not a clue. Another reason why I should never move north.)
Speaking of weird weather, last night while Gurugrrl and I were talking and ironing things out I was sitting outside in my car to get a little privacy while we talked. During that time, I kept seeing flashes behind me.
"I just saw a flash."
"A flash? What do you mean?"
"A flash, like somebody's taking pictures!"
The only thing they could be taking pictures of from that distance was the fog, or maybe the chickens (I don't think the chickens are that photogenic). So I got out to investigate and see what's going on.
Alas, no, it wasn't a weirdo stalker with their Polaroid, but rather it was the weather changing again. During the course of our four-hour conversation the weather went from clear, to foggy, to clear again, to raining, to foggy again. That's one thing about the weather here, I guess: if you don't like it, wait a few minutes, it'll change. (However, despite this, we never really have seasons, just brief cold snaps during summer.)
Christmas time is here, by golly,
But I am sick of the whole season. Holidays usually bring me down, and they worsen as I approach New Year's. By January first I'm usually wondering where the nearest tall building is so I can jump off it, and fortunately (?) there are a couple buildings in downtown Houston I know pretty well. (I used to practice some urban exploration in them late at night during my lunch breaks.)
"The Christmas season" starts sooner and sooner every year, burning people out way ahead of time, or at least me, I guess. This year I first saw Christmas stuff October first. If I ever see Christmas stuff being sold on my birthday (mid-August) I'm going to go postal. I swear.
I have a bunch of people in my family that are impossible to buy for. They already have everything, won't try something new, and when they need something around gift giving time they don't wait for someone to buy it for them, they just go get one.
I am not big on shopping (unless it's for something composed of bits, uses electricity and processes information in some form, or is made of the processed carcasses of a tree), and being broke this year I didn't have the financial truck to do the cost-is-no-biggie, buy-it-all-online, don't-go-to-an-actual-store thing. Thus, I've spent more time than I care to in throngs of people looking for the perfect doodad that the person you're getting it for could live without, anyway.
It's my sincerest hope that someday, when (okay, at this point, if) I have a family, I don't carry any of this baggage to them.
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