Nothing zaps my motivation like watching snow falling out the window. The Nor’easter is here today, but down in the City, nothing is going to stick, so it’s just a pretty show. I’m sitting here on the couch, listening to music, thinking about all the other things I wanted to do today.
I won’t go grocery shopping.
I won’t write a short story review.
I will think about how the word “nor’easter” is silly to say. I could look up its entomology, but that would like figuring out how the magic trick is done. What fun is that?
Nor’easter
I will think about how twenty years went by like that.
I will think about the people I should apologize to.
And I will think about the people I need to forgive.
I will watch the big huge snowflakes falling past my window only to land on the fire escape and melt away.
That fire escape that I used to smoke on.
The other day the kid asked me if I used to smoke, and I told her the truth, and she was disappointed with me. She asked if I knew that smoking would kill me, which I did. Why do grownups do things that are bad for them, was her question.
That’s a tough one.
Oh, it’s really snowing now.
I’ll work hard tomorrow.
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