I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been holed up in my office too long, or if I’m becoming one of those people who are better suited to warmer climes, but today, on my way to the grocery store (not even my first venture outside the house. I spent the morning helping Smartygirl move.) it started to snow– just a few flurries– and it was like I couldn’t understand what was going on.
And before I could figure it out, I dodged a snowflake.
I bobbed and weaved. Like, a foot out of its way, like a bad driver trying not to hit a bird. They fly! They’re light, the snowflakes and birds. (Except the birds from The Birds. But in that case dodging would really not suffice, so that example doesn’t really apply.)
What kind of freak of nature am I? I’m Canadian. I ski!
Well, I used to ski.
I think those two weeks in California two weeks ago effected some permanent neural reprogramming.
Yeah. That’s what it is.
