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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.

8 comments:

Jean said...

Hope you have heat now in your apt. That must be miserable. Your right though, there is always something to be thankful and there is always someone that has it worse off. Thanks for the post.

Jean

Anonymous said...

You avoided your own little disaster this week. Even though you wrote the most unfair things about me, joining in with your friend, the actress/professional spankee Kate, I was the one who pointed out to Rad that this very same Kate had published Rad's real first name on the web. I didn't keep the knowledge to myself. Which should show that I don't have the hate in me that you accused me of having, and that in a small way I cared more for your life and privacy than Kate did.

Ms. Cassandra (Sandy) Park said...

I don't know what you're talking about or who you are. What unfair things did I write? What hate are you talking about? What "care for my life and privacy" are you talking about?

Anonymous said...

Sorry about the confusion - it was on Rad's blog where you accused me of hatred of women.

Kate didn't care about your privacy when she published Rad's first name on her blog. I DID when I told Rad that his first name was "outed"

Ms. Cassandra (Sandy) Park said...

I don't know who you are.

SmilingDevil said...
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SmilingDevil said...

uhhhhh . . . uncomfortable vague Anonymous comments aside . . .

We just had a heatwave in SoCal. I wore a tshirt, shorts, and flip-flops. outside. at night.

Ms. Cassandra (Sandy) Park said...

Oh, you are SO mean to mention the heat wave. We have messy snow on the ground here -- but it's not as cold as it was last week, so things are a little better.