Monday, December 1

serenity of slush

It's been sleeting (nevischia) all through the night and it is continuing as I write. Slippy sloshy stuff everywhere. Right now I am LOVING my Sorels. I do mean LOVE. When I get home tonight I will treat them to a wax rubdown, they have been working so hard today. There were no buses running through downtown as trees have been falling down all over the place. I decided to hoof it, just halfway out of the valley and catch one of the buses that bypasses downtown. What I got were sardine cans on wheels. Too funny. I mean there were bodies pressed up against all the windows. The buses up to the university are generally packed, but this was ridiculous. I couldn't take the first one that passed by because the doors wouldn't open. I still had to jam my way into the second, but after 40 minutes of waiting out in sleet, you find a way.

Want to know the best part? The very best part? For the first time in a year and a half, people in general looked happy. IT WAS AWESOME! These stiff closed scowling northern Italians finally brightened up. Who knew!?! Slush! I was met with smiles and patience as we all slushed our way through the mess into work. When generally people would be bitching and moaning, serenity had taken it's place.

5 comments:

  1. NORMAL PEOPLE:
    italy = happiness
    slush = misery

    ITALIANS:
    italy = misery
    slush = happiness

    Those are some weird folks you have there in Northern Italia. :p :)

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  2. Hahaha! Don't I know it. They're a strange breed. Nothing like my hubby's Romans or the beautiful people of Amalfi. THAT's the Italy I came to love before moving here. Warm, talkative people, lots of kissing and hugging, people treat you like a best friend the first time they meet you. But I'll chalk it all up to experience and keep the few gems I find for friends.

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  3. Oh, Christine. You have a way of making even SLUSH sound loverly. You have a gift, gurrrlfriend.

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  4. Maybe it's my Canadian heritage, but I couldn't help but smile all the way through this entry. A number of thoughts:

    1 - The weather is an amazing connector between strangers. It immediately gives them a basis for understanding, for establishing a common bond, for simply having a conversation.
    2 - Sorels are the best boots on the planet. I bought a pair after we rescued a dog and brought him home. Along with an amazing parka and a very cozy hat, neck warmer and gloves, I can stay out all night if the dog wishes to take his time. Nothing feels better than being enveloped by good, warm clothing when the weather's frightful.
    3 - It's been crazy-slushy/stormy here over the last few days as well. I promise I didn't send it your way :)

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  5. derfina: thanks ;) slush is loverly
    Carmi: Are you sure you didn't send it? When I lived in Chicago and upstate New York, we always blamed the Canadians for the weather. But I agree, one key to enjoying frightful weather is to be well dressed. Sweaters, scarves, hats, gloves... I even found some arm warmers here as my limbs are always sticking out too far. But the Sorels are the best... I love carelessly walking through the slush and having my feet stay completely warm and dry.

    And, I must say,
    You guys are totally warming my heart these days! Thanks!

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