Is my memory broken or is it not usually this cold this early? I had to adopt the squinty just-smelled-a-bad-smell grimace this morning to combat the icy winds. I don't usually have to do that until at least January. And I wore mittens, MITTENS, today. You know when it's so cold that you can't step outside without muttering at last five swear words to yourself? No amount of self-delusion works. I'm on the beach in Salobreña. Brenda and I are drinking wine straight from the bottle. Sonofabitchgoddamnmotherfuck. Nope, still in Ohio.
The law office I walk past each day on my way to campus has a life-size ceramic bulldog on the ledge by the window. I mark my progress in quotidian oddities along my walk to school. Tuxedo kittens crowding around a cookie sheet of cat food. Ceramic bulldog. Chained-up red Puch Maxi. "Squash the state" stencil graffiti. Parking meter with smiling boner Sharpied on it. And I'm at school. Today, on my walk home, I saw the ceramic bulldog in its usual spot. Then, in the lap of the man who usually sits at the desk inside, was a real bulldog. Fat, panting, and being nuzzled by its owner. It slowed, if only for a moment, the steady stream of fuckshitmotherfuck in my head.
I'm gonna go crank the space heater to 11 and call it an early night.
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Fuckdamnitsonofafuckingbitch. Some Eurpean winds from the north came last night. The seas are weary and treacherous. I kid you not. I can see the waves capping from my window today. And even though I know I will get cold half way through my walk to school, I am going to wear a coat. AND a freakin scarf. However, I thank goodness this wind will go away, the sun is always shining, and yeah (i'm an asshole) that I am not as cold as I would be if I was in Ohio.
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