From yesterday evening to this very second, it has been raining here in NYC. Sometimes piercing sideways rain that attacks even people with umbrellas. Sometimes gentler drops steady as a heartbeat. I love the rain, as long as I’m not too dressed up or in a hurry. I went to the post office after work yesterday in the rain and spent the rest of my happening Friday night straightening up my room and reading to the rhythm of the rain.
Today I got out my umbrella and rolled up my jeans so I could return a skirt I bought at my favorite place to bargain hunt. I was walking quickly to avoid getting too wet and mistakenly road uptown instead of downtown. Duh. I’ve never done that since I actually moved here. Ah, regression. I then boarded the right train, got too caught up in The Catcher in the Rye, and missed my stop. I walked five blocks in pounding, violent rain, but ultimately exchanged the skirt and bought a coat I love. Yay, coats. The coat feels like a blanket of the richest quality. I can’t wait for it to get colder. (I’ll recant later).
So I’ve rented Drop Dead Gorgeous and a dvd of Blind Date Uncensored: Dates From Hell, because I can’t nourish my mind all the time, right? I want to laugh and listen to the rain and eat pizza by myself. It’s time for a cleansing of sorts.
