It is windy outside. The rain has stopped, I believe with little faith. It snowed this morning, the drive into work was very good at keeping everyone’s attention. The snow seems to have taken the road crews by surprise. Most of them were probably in the mountains skiing with their families, since schools in this half of the country are on vacation this week. So, being skiing, they were unable to plow the roads, including the freeway, and it took us a bit longer to get to work.
I am not on a road crew, and so must work this week. My children are off skiing with their grandparents, my wife left today on a business trip. I look forward to days like this, empty days of nothing but work and sleep and various fun hijinks, such as feeding the birds, or the cats, or walking from room to empty room, alone or with a cat in my arms that watches my face with concern as I murmur things like, just you and me buddy, or, they’ll be home Friday pal.
I always imagine it’ll be more fun than it is, this time off. I’ll paint, I tell myself. I’ll play unlimited cello. Now it’s nine PM and I’m already sleepy.
It’s windy outside. Gusts of wind nearly blew my little car off the road tonight. But the snow has turned to rain which means less shoveling. It might mean other things in other cultures, but in the one I inhabit it means, less shoveling.
I talked to Beta and Gamma this evening. The lifts weren’t running because it was so windy, Beta said. She didn’t sound so great but didn’t want to talk about it. Gamma was unhappy with her group at her ski school. The girls are stupid and also all left by lunch, leaving her the only girl with a bunch of stupid boys.
Outside it’s windy. Inside it’s quiet, only the sound of wind and my fingers on the keyboard and the PC fan whining like an industrial washing machine.
Oh, yes. Greedy for time alone, and then when it comes, bang, you feel lonely within two hours. And, in my case, expect to see ghosts.
That happens to me too…I lay big plans to splurge when the family is gone and then when they actually do leave…I’m adrift.
Yes, the ghosts. Yes.
Yep. The storm. Almost blew me off the sidewalk.
Sat at home and wanted to play piano. Don’t have a piano.
I thought of you on this day.
I was riding in a taxi with a blind driver and my whole family and cat from Schwechat to Vienna. The roads were totally treacherous, but everybody was hauling ass. I was wondering which roads you take on your commute and, as this was during the rush hour, wondered if you’d said “fuck it” and not tried to brave the mess.
“An accident,” said my driver, pointing ahead and squinting at the bright tail lights growing before us.
“Normally, the snow is gone, but they told the people for sunny day today.
Heh. In fact, I was your driver, Scotty. Pretty good disguise, huh.
Yes, that’s sort of the road I take to work; it turns into the road I take, later on, anyway. How’s Vienna agreeing with you?