Wow. We're really getting pounded up here. We're not talking one to two inches, but one to two feet. Way to ring in the winter solstice for sure. I'm insanely jealous of my mom and dogs who are no doubt snowshoeing in this. I have to wait four more days for my chance. "Bitter" isn't exactly the right word, nor is "resentful" but they come close. I'm stuck in Hanover (enjoying the world-class amenities of Grantford Manor, of course), trudging from place to place. First I head to the Coop to see about retrieving my lunch from the day before. So far so good. Then I trudge out to Howe Library. Doesn't open until 1. Fine. I trudge back to Grantford Manor where I'm actually quite productive in working on my Columbia grad application. So far so good. At quarter-to-one I head back over to the library (all of these legs, by the way, would have been immeasurably easier in SNOWSHOES!) only to find that it's in fact closed today, its makeshift sign reading "We're closed today 12/21 sorry!" signed with a goddamn smiley face mockingly gleaming out from its toasty lodging just inside the door at me in the frigid blizzard. Well shit.
So here I find myself, warming up in the Bookstore, pirating Wi-Fi and waiting for the girl to get out of work. Constantly moving place to place, I hope to soon settle down enough to finish my applications for good. I want them in the mail within the week.
More later?
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I was all excited about the snow - I thought it would be enough to give me my first white Christmas in like 10 years. I thought to myself, "It can't possibly all melt in 3 days." Well, sure enough, it rained all night on the 24th and 2 feet of snow melted in one day. Classic Massachusetts winter. I have now accepted the fact that I will never have a white Christmas ever again. Yes, I am bitter.
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