Wednesday, May 18, 2011

April Showers Bring May Showers

Ah, May in Boston. You'll find yourself stuck on a Prudential escalator behind someone in shorts and flip flops and someone else in a wool coat, gloves, and fur-trimmed boots.

The fact that these people aren't walking hurriedly on the escalator to get where they're going sooner indicates that they are: 
  1. Tourists, suburbanites, students — out-of-towners who think all this walking is weird
  2. Lazy, patient, and/or mellow Bostonians — very rare
  3. Hallucinations: you don't need to pass these, just walk through them
  4. People on crutches, canes, or walkers
  5. Buddhists or meditators
Bostonians know there's a standing lane and a passing lane on every escalator, even those silly, narrow ones at Copley Place. I pass people on those all the time.

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I know I won't be popular for saying this, but I love this cool, rainy weather. If it lasted until August, I would not mind. I happily dug out that ratty gray wool turtleneck I wore daily for four months and pulled it back on, along with my favorite tall boots. 

Happy to avoid smearing on the sunblock and wearing the sun hat  for as long as possible.

Happy to walk everywhere without sweating, burning, and steaming.

Happy to warm up the apartment with cozy dinners, soups, and baking.

Happy to snuggle under the comforter with a huge, sleepy Possum acting as hot water bottle (mine started leaking, dammit).

Happy to keep windows closed and avoid the neighborhood's ambient noise, dirt, and exhaust fumes.

Happy there are no more long lines for overpriced frozen yogurt clogging Newbury Street.

If I had a garden or a pool, I'm sure I'd feel differently. But I don't. So there!

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for your defense of rainy days. I, too, enjoy the coolness, and I am tired of the gloom and doom weather broadcasters who apologize to their audiences when rain is in the forecast. People do not have to be in a bad mood just because it is raining. Your article adduces several cogent reasons why the humid, unrelenting heat waves are best kept at bay.


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