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Thursday, November 14, 2002 OH, yeah. Much better. I've been liberated from an overabundance of hair -- hair that, the longer and more copious it grew, grew less mindful of my instructions re: how it should look -- and am once again looking devilishly debonair. Much better. (On the other hand, I take grateful satisaction in the fact that, unlike many members of the male persuasion, my hair has not thrown in the towel and continues to grow in overenthusiastic plentitude.)('Overenthusiastic plentitude' -- dear god, did I actually write that?) Meanwhile, yesterday brought the season's first sighting of outdoor Christmas paraphernalia. A big, illuminated plastic Santa hanging out on a front lawn with a big, illuminated plastic snowman. Both looking excessively happy. And wny not? They're out of the closet (er, not that closet, Santa) early this year, in keeping with the early appearance of winter. Which actually has backed off, allowing autumn to reassert itself. Today was a beautiful November day -- sky blue, sun bright and hanging low in the sky. In Montpelier, autumn leaves blew cheerfully around the streets and sidewalks, no snow to be found anywhere. People walked about, enjoying the sunshine and the brisk air. Had me smiling. The simple pleasures. Speaking of which, I have a pint of Cherry Garcia to finish off. Later. **************** The morning started out thickly blanketed by fog, the sun slowly burning through. It's now a lovely mid-November a.m., quiet outside, less quiet inside where the stereo has been blaring for the past three or so hours (currently Jimmy Eat World; earlier Camarón de la Isla, the soundtrack to Monsoon Wedding). Have essentially finished with the novel I've spent the last, er, five years (on and off) writing, and find I don't really know what the hell to do with myself right now. Which feels logical and is maybe right where I need to be. Some unfocused time would probably be good for me. Will be going into Montpelier for a shearing later on, since my hair has become long and unruly. Combine that with a bit of facial stubble and a glance in my direction could send children away screaming. Made the hike into Montpelier yesterday evening to spend an hour in a Thai restaurant speaking Spanish with a local acquaintance who spent a couple of years living in South America a decade or two back. (Should I be worried about this pernicious multi-cultural thing I seem to have going?) Damn, it feels good to be speaking Spanish. English is an excellent language for the written word, but Spanish is much more fun to speak. (In my humble, ignorant opinion anyway.) Expressive and goofy. I'm looking forward to once again being where it's spoken all around me -- less than three weeks now. ************************ Something I stumbled upon during a bit of surfing this morning: for those into the art of Edward Hopper, a great place to spend a few minutes. rws 11:46 AM [+]
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