Friday, January 16, 2009
Uh ... my brain froze?
So I've had writer's block all week, can't think of a good topic beyond the obvious miracle rescue from the plane on the Hudson yesterday. That's been written and blogged all over, I'm sure. Oh, yes, I do have things to say, but not for this venue. So this is a blog about nothing much, except, mainly, me thinking about how cold I am.
The heat was off in our apartment for the second night in a row, and we both wore multiple layers and hats to bed. Today, for walking around the city, I wore a thick hat, furry hood, bulky gloves, and a long, thick scarf -- and I'm still cold. I get off the train at 116th and Broadway and have to walk five blocks -- not a long walk, but it's by the river and there always seems to be more wind on the side streets there. It's warm in the office, but I've been here about 20 minutes already and don't feel fully thawed yet. Up until this week, I had still been walking outside at lunchtime. Not anymore. Now I'm doing the treadmill in the little office gym, or walking up and down the stairs. We have twenty-one floors, so it's a nice workout.
Seeing people walking around outside with short jackets (some of them open) and no gloves makes me kind of nuts. I saw a deli worker outside earlier in a light vest over a short-sleeve t-shrt. Come on, man!
I say to myself, "Well, thank God I wasn't one of those people standing on the wings of a plane, the frigid waters of the Hudson lapping around their feet, waiting for their turn to get on a ferry.
Then again, the people standing on the wings were saying, "Thank God I'm on a wing and not in the water."
Then the people in the water are saying, "Thank God I didn't do what THAT guy did -- strip down to his underwear because his clothes were pulling him under."
Of course, that guy's saying, "Holy crap! I'm in my underwear and freezing my balls off, but I'm alive!"
So I can't complain, I suppose. Things could always be worse. A friend of mine likes to say, "Whenever I get depressed about my life, I tell myself I still have all my arms and legs, and my hearing and sight and a roof over my head... " Okay, Pollyanna. That's nice...
I'm going to start work in a minute. Coffee first. Much coffee.