Snow

This morning I walked out to the first snow I’ve seen in Boston this year. The rain washed it away by the time I got to my office. I think I need to get a pair of boots. Somehow, I made it through all of last winter in Chuck Taylors without losing any toes to frost bite, and only slipping, falling and busting my head on the ground once. I guess it’s time to grow up, and by grow up, I mean I’m glad I finally have enough money (hardly any, but more than last year) to look at boots as a good purchase for winter instead of a frivolous indulgence for bourgeois pussies (people above the poverty line).

Another year older, and I find I’m colder this year. Last year, I wore hoodies or zip-up sweaters layered over T-shirts all through winter. This year, I’ve already found I need the added warmth of a long-sleeve shirt added to the mix. I guess that’s part of the slow march towards death, and I’m starting to understand why I see old people wearing cardigans in the summer.

I miss sledding, tubing, whatever, etc.