I'm alone if I'm with or without you but just bein' around you offers me another form of relief

Still no snow, though at least it finally got cold. This city simply doesn't know how to do Winter. Then again, as a friend of mine from back in Rural Nowhere said this morning, it seems that Chicago has simply stolen Winter from the East coast. Don't get me wrong, I love this city, my home and my heart are here (or so I tend to believe), but I think that living in DC is what's turned me into such a Grinch. An absolute Scrooge for the 21st Century. It's not that Rural Nowhere had anything special: Chinese take-out on Christmas Eve, tortorous visits with extended family, muddy driveways that needed shoveling... But this city thinks it can dress itself up in holiday fanfare and that's all you need. However, there is much, much more than the fancy bows and pretty, fake, evergreens.

Oh but bah, this is not a place for griping about the weather nor constant comparison to my old home. This is a place to enjoy my city. I'm looking forward to ice skating on the National Mall, it's just the greatest to be able to say you went ice skating with a view of the Washington Monument.

There are also afternoons like this one, with relaxing music and writing to be done, and I'm content. Sitting in a coffee shop, praying silently for snow sometime soon, and talking with Unavailable. We're doing much better at the 'friends' thing, which is nice considering my new years resolution. No more men drama. I've decided, it's simply not worth the frustration of it all. And so, for 2007 I will look to my music, and my writing, and I will have a productive year, which at this point is more than enough to strive for.

And now, speaking of which, off to "real" writing. Keep your fingers crossed a snowstorm!

the weatherman seems to have abandoned me

This is one of the funniest posts I've seen on PR in a long while (on learning to practice what you preach, basically). Leave it to Amanda over at Strumpette to have exclamation points ringing in my ears minutes after I finish reading the piece. (Though I am curious as to who the "newspaperman" they got to edit it was, or what paper he works for).

Today has been long, muggy, boring, and hungover... it feels a bit like summertime in the District (or Paris) - except that it's not. It is December. I want cold weather. I want it to be absolutely necessary that you get "all bundled up" to go outside. I want wet and slushy snow, the sort of snow that hits the street and people don't want to drive for another week. I want the white of it all and I want to wake up and look out my window to see a blanket; all the buildings the same color. I want breath to fog up with you exhale, I want to ice skate on the National Mall. I want that sort of weather that when you were in junior high, you would hold your crush's hand to keep warm even though you were terrified because - omigod! - you were holding your crush's hand. There is something that only winter has that gives me an almost dizzy-euphoria everyday. It's easier to breath, things seem lighter, life seems airy. I want that feeling back. The heavyset and humid air of summer in Washington needs to vacate, especially seeing as it has been summer for five months now. The damned humidity is far too much like some of the politicians around here - won't take "leave us the hell alone" for an answer.

I want to sip hot cocoa and wear my scarf. I want it to be beautifully gray every afternoon.

I shocked a couple of us this morning

It startled me how simply saying hi made my heart leap a little bit.

Apparently I surprised him too.

I thought I was better at all of this. Bah, too much thought involved in that for me today.