I decided to toast this morning’s snow with something special and instead of my freshly ground coffee, I fixed myself two rather yummy double cappucinos for breakfast as the white stuff kept on coming down. I mean, why not? Some sausage bisquits and cantalope rounded out the morning meal.
I tried getting out a little today about mid-afternoon, but it was a short foray and I shan’t sally forth again for a good, long time.
As I hoped, I made it to the jazz jam at the gold dome Monday night but not before I saw several folks I know at VZDs, where I went to get the chicken fried steak special. Sharon and Lee were there, as was The Duty and Dr. Doom (who was having a cold brew with the redoubtable Larry McB).
Tuesday, I was frigid but summoned all my fortitude to make it to the 8 p.m. “show” at the Western Club. Afterwards another attendee and I had coffee and roundly cussed the current state of romantic relationships for those over 40. We broke no new ground and much of the talk could be summarized in a sort of “can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em” way. Mostly, we were concerned with the dichotomy of trying to date as a recovering alcoholic: most of the people you meet are also in AA meetings but male and female alike we’re damaged goods and often carrying lots of emotional baggage. On the other hand, if you try and date an “earthling”, you take the chance they’re also nuts and have no common framework and vocabulary to try and work things through. It’s no win.
My “brief foray” today was the entire five blocks to Half Priced Books, where I bought some used DVDs. I’m thinking of watching “Trainspotting” tonight, but “Rosemary’s Baby” is also looking good.