Thursday, November 29, 2012

Handsome is as handsome does

So, it’s getting cold again.


But not really. It’s funny how cold 30-ish feels when regular frosts hit in the fall. It’s actually late this year. But here I am, bedowned, bebuffed, bemuffed, and, I must say, impressively bebrowed, before heading out for the morning renewal of what is now a pretty long-running play. After something over five years, Paul and I still hit the road for three miles just about every morning at 7:30, still looking for dogs to get silly with, still envying the slender ladies who just glide on by, and still managing at least one good laugh almost every day. Which, in 2012, has been no small blessing. More whining later, no doubt. Right now, gotta get my boots on.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Upsy daisy

The blog rested this past summer and through the warm fall, dozing gently in the rocking chair on the resort’s veranda, cooled by soft zephyrs off the lake, sipping healthful drafts offered by the aged but solicitous staff, and lazily paging through the cheap paperbacks recommended by the second under-gardener's helper.

The blog is not, after all, as young as it used to be. That lap rug felt good as real autumn came on, for example, and staff wheels it (the blog, not the rug) quickly inside whenever, say, a historic storm hits, or a little early snow falls. Now, as the evenings pull in and Standard Time throws its cloak of blackness over supper and a snort, the blog returns to its squalid, ill-lit cubicle. It is coming to grips with the fact that it can no longer bring its A game, but, canny veteran, plans to play to its strengths:
  1. Plans for more good walks (fading but hopeful), 
  2. Superficial comments on complicated issues of health, relationships, politics, culture, and UConn Women’s Basketball. (Not a word on the Red Sox, per solicitous staff’s orders.) 
  3. Bitching and moaning, cleverly concealed as mordant humor, 
  4. Idiot on a bicycle, 
  5. (If fortunate) Spectacle on skis, and
  6. Sweet B. 
Insiders familiar with the blog’s thinking believe it is likely to concentrate on No. 6, but we’ll just have to wait and see. With bated breath. Or baited, if you’re chewing on a worm.