lauralyrics (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lauralyrics) wrote,@ 2008-02-01 20:02:00 |
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I suddenly realized why this winter feels colder than the last: I'm watching all these darned ladybugs move slower and slower and turn yellow and finally go belly-up, and I wonder why I pull an afghan around my shoulders and shiver in sympathy. It's cold in here!!
I turned the shower on the other morning and noticed one small ladybug cowering in the ceiling corner. When it felt that rush of steam hitting the ceiling, it uncurled its legs and raised its head hopefully. Spring! Spring at last! It started zipping across that ceiling, only to falter when it left the immediate heat from the shower, turned around--but by that time I had turned the shower off, and it curled back down into its shell. So...cold. Too...far. And I felt like such a schmuck for raising its hopes, only to dash them. But hey--I'm cold too.
Cold and rainy today, so I baked almond poppyseed bread and watched the entire first season of The Office (the BBC version), which was better than I expected, but only because of Martin Freeman. I finally got my hands on a copy of Book of a Thousand Days, which didn't live up to six months of high expectations but was pretty good nevertheless, and now I am on to Book of Air and Shadows. Going back downstairs now to warm my hands over the woodstove and stick my cold toes under the dog (she doesn't mind cold toes).
I turned the shower on the other morning and noticed one small ladybug cowering in the ceiling corner. When it felt that rush of steam hitting the ceiling, it uncurled its legs and raised its head hopefully. Spring! Spring at last! It started zipping across that ceiling, only to falter when it left the immediate heat from the shower, turned around--but by that time I had turned the shower off, and it curled back down into its shell. So...cold. Too...far. And I felt like such a schmuck for raising its hopes, only to dash them. But hey--I'm cold too.
Cold and rainy today, so I baked almond poppyseed bread and watched the entire first season of The Office (the BBC version), which was better than I expected, but only because of Martin Freeman. I finally got my hands on a copy of Book of a Thousand Days, which didn't live up to six months of high expectations but was pretty good nevertheless, and now I am on to Book of Air and Shadows. Going back downstairs now to warm my hands over the woodstove and stick my cold toes under the dog (she doesn't mind cold toes).
