Sometime around 10am the snow began falling.
Now, at roughly 2:30pm, the sun is pushing through for a look.
There's no promise of a white Christmas. Rain is more likely.
But there's a fighting chance.
And maybe a white day before the day before the day before Christmas Eve will have to do.
It's the little things that make everything feel better.
Sometimes they are silly little things, even.
Monday morning, I noticed that the chain on my bike was jumping regularly. To a beat.
I almost got hit by a truck while I was trying to locate the cause of the problem.
I let my heart slow down. I twisted this knob and turned that crank.
Nothing was working.
Then I saw the problem.
My chain was twisted.
Going up, I couldn't throw any power into my pedalling without the chain slipping every five feet or so. One small bend in one link of the chain and my bike was useless.
So I went, cursing and redfaced, to the local bike shop to buy a new chain.
And while they were looking at my bike and shaking their two-wheeled hipster heads, one of them said, "hey, that crank's been recalled. Want a new one? We'll install it free."
Sure, I said.
Such a silly little thing
(that made my day).
So my brother and father are singing with the Boston Pops tonight.
Not as soloists, so it's really no big deal.
The Oregon Reparatory Singers were asked to provide the voices. I guess it happens in every town.
Mike found a way to get us into a box, so we'll have good seats and good hotdogs.
I'm not a big fan of the hotdogs, myself. But the seating is incredible. A bit distant, but so so comfortable.
I can't say that luxury fits me, though.
Or maybe it's that I don't fit it.
I can talk the talk and walk the walk, I've discovered. But in a sense, that's worse.
There are some things about me that are just plain silly.
I don't like the word "towards". Why waste the "s"?
I get this sinking feeling when waiters bring the check that won't go away until the tab is paid.
I don't want to be famous, I don't want to make a lot of money, I'm not interested in esteem or prestige.
My heart is broken nearly every day.
I fall in love just as often.
