February 15, 2016
It’s getting warm here in Toronto. Right now, we have even minus three which is a serious improvement considering that we reached minus thirty before.
What keeps puzzling me – and I am sure I am right to be puzzled, it is the fact that at night it is always warmer than during the day. Shouldn’t be the opposite? Nights are supposed to be cooler regardless the season.
Maybe I’ve forgotten everything I learnt and I’m simply clinging to notions that are far from reality, who knows? Anyway, I don’t feel like going through a refresher course on meteorology or climatology.
Anyway, something else is important: the change in weather opened new avenues to spend time – not that I’ve had too much to spend, though, as I went to bed long after five in the morning and woke up at seven only to see that there was still work to do on the magazine as the site has its own mind and likes changing things over night.
You know what you put in: order, format etc., and you open the computer, go on internet and find a completely new version before your eyes. Isn’t it thrilling not to know what to expect ever?
I don’t know, it might be the season or it might be little things that add up, but this second issue of the magazine didn’t bring me too much joy.
I actually worked much more on the first issue, as I had to blunder much more through the mysteries of building a site, but even through the fog of tiredness and frustration, I still could find in me the joy of having put something together, something that would bring joy to the writers and the readers the same time.
Not this time. I was thoroughly disappointed, if that is possible. It seemed a futile effort and I really can’t explain to myself why.
Therefore, I turned to something else: I decided upon an impromptu party. It was nothing like the parties I used to have in my youth but it was good enough to take my mind away from the reality for a few hours.
Don’t you love it when the music churns everything away and makes you
feel much more than you could have expected? Especially when it is eclectic and reaches out to all genres offering the possibility to wallow in all sorts of emotions, I think.
It was a novelty for my little dog, though. If he was a bit overwhelmed at the beginning, he decided that a good sleep would be just the thing. When he’d wake up, everything would be over and he could get back to his normal life in his little world, doing normal things like trampling through the shallow layer of snow that peppered the paths in the complex.
It is just the thing to hear snow crunching underneath the soles of your shoes (sorry, I don’t bother with boots just to walk the dog – too much trouble for too little time).
The sound of the snow crunching under my steps reminds me of the childhood, when the snow was crisp, especially at dusk and when we’d go downtown to watch the winter dances that would take place in the square right in the middle of the little town where I used to spend vacations during my childhood but also during my youth. Later on, we’d go even to dance not only to watch – those were the days.
There was no such thing like seasonal depression (not that I could be sure that seasonal depression really exists – it must be an accumulation of factors, I think. I am not an expert so I’d better keep my mouth shut).
Anyway, considering how little sleep I had over the last few nights, I’d better stop babbling and get some sleep. It’s a workday tomorrow and it’s Tuesday! Have I told you Tuesdays are not lucky days for me? I’ll just have not to think about that and brazen out.
Born sometime in the past century, living in the 21st century.
Sometimes I have good ideas... (what do you think?)
Sometimes fascinating guests!
(that for sure!)
Sometimes I have to share some of my frustrations,..
(not too tempting, huh!)
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