Conversation about the weather
is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
-Oscar Wilde
Yes, I get what Oscar is trying to say here, but this weather is really very strange.
I woke up this morning and the windows were all steamed up and foggy, like those of an old Caddy on Lover’s Lane.
I went outside and it was like walking through a cloud. All my photographs looked as though I was shooting through gauze.
That’s because my lens was all fogged up. I wiped it clean and things went better.
If you go to the Baltimore Aquarium, you can ride an escalator up to the glass-enclosed roof, which houses a tropical “rainforest”. Birds and monkeys swirl and chatter above you in a thick canopy of green. It is supposed to be interactive and awe-inspiring and fun, but in reality it is hot and humid and oppressive and crowded and noisy and you just want to get out of there.
It is similar to this outside (may be a side effect of just having watched Cloverfield
I have never been in the eye of a storm, but I think it must be like this: windy, with a strange light filtering through multiple layers of cloud, an overwhelming sense of waiting for the other shoe to drop. A house at the end of the world.
The ground underneath is totally saturated; thick and spongy and sucking hungrily at your feet as you walk. It’s not a nice feeling.
But wait! What is this?
I think… I think it’s the sun trying to break through. I’m not sure. It’s been so long.
Oh, my gosh. Would you look at that. Blue skies.
And large masses of turkey vultures, surfing the air.
I counted nine. I went back inside. I do not like the turkey vultures.
UGH. I guess the break in the rain combined with the warm means I have to help with the leaves. But I’m so damned happy about seeing the sun I don’t even care. I’ll take what I can get.
I leave you with music. FYI, this was the first record I ever owned, and remains to this day an anthem of my childhood.
Anyone else experiencing freaky weather today?
And out of curiosity, what was the first album you ever owned? (My first tape: Bob Dylan, Blood on the Tracks; my first CD, The Cranberries. Feel free to mock me.)
Oops, I talk about weather all the time. It's so fascinating, especially when you grew up in California and are learning what "real winter" is like.
Today's odd weather: sun! no grey skies! I love it!
Lucky! Why aren't you outside?
I think a lot of it is the influence of Cloverfield- my husband put it on while I was still asleep and it infiltrated my dreams- but it really feels so weird and ominous outside, I keep going out fro a few minutes, and then finding an excuse to duck back inside. You know, in case a twister comes or we're attacked by aliens or something.
Well, there may be sunlight but it's even colder today than it was yesterday, with an expected high of 38 (currently 37). I really really like how the sun feels through my window. It wouldn't be the same outside.
Cloverfield, the monster movie? I think if I watched that I would definitely worry about the weather, as well as everything else…
38? Yuck. No, you're right to be inside. Have some cocoa.
At movie's end, I made Jeff swear that, should alien monsters attack Landenberg, under no circumstances should he come back for me. (He's a bit more sentimental than I am.) Because we learned from Cloverfield that one should run, run as fast as your little legs can carry you, and don't look back.
There are lots of other movies with the same message, I guess, but Cloverfield really drives it home.