Wednesday, March 13, 2013

"The droghte of march hath perced to the roote"

in the morning, should i take a shower, i will open the bathroom window when i finish, an oregon habit to prevent mould growth.  this past week the entropy of warm, steamy air hasn't shocked my body as terribly, and the in the post-daylight-savings morning glow, the open window lets in springtime birdsong and not just cold air.

the ceo of the company for which i work came into the office singing: "i love the spring.  i love this time of year with the warmer weather and the flowers and the sunlight."

as she walked toward her office away from me i added, "and the birds singing."

"yes.  and the birds..."

then suddenly she poked her head around the corner and said to me, "actually no.  i hate birds."

understandable.  it's just the seagulls that terrify me.  horrible creatures - they seem to have at least flown back to the coast to enjoy the warm weather there.  otherwise, the sound of birds chirping in the morning seems pleasant.  sadly at my age they no longer dress me in the morning before work.

i guess portland isn't thawing out because it never really freezes over here.  it just gets cold and rainy and will remain cold and rainy until the beginning of summer in july.  after this past weekend though, something does feel different.  a greater gradient range of green: trees budding and daffodils blooming and plants pushing up from the soggy ground.  the city spent an entire weekend without rain.  our minds thawing, the spell of hibernation is broken.

adam and i went to the skidmore bluffs with ryan this saturday.  sunny, adam worried about sunscreen and sunburn.  we shed jackets and long-sleeved shirts, envying other friends we found sporting shorts.  i grew warm in the sun and ryan planted a pearl of summer in my consciousness: tacos and margaritas.  so we had lunch at por que no.

everyone seems happier suddenly.  the cashier at new seasons agreed with me yesterday - everyone seems less grumpy, unless they lost sleep over the time change.

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