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Every time I talk to someone about the weather, I feel like Oscar Wilde is standing there right next to me, fully judging my level of creativity, and how my pants fit and my ugly hat.
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I don't know if I get any credit for my tall green rainboots, probably not.
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I think they're the kind Gwyneth Paltrow wears.
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But dirtier. I've failed him, and I just want to go back inside and watch another episode of Chopped.
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Would he have worn a rain coat like mine, if gore-tex had been a thing then?
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Probably not. I don't know if he had dogs that needed to run, crappy weather or not.
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Once it's raining, that's kind of it for me. I focus on the moist. And breaks between the storms. I don't think Oscar would understand. But his ghost still hangs there on my every word, and it's probably a good thing, in the long run.
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They don't really care. They just want the ball, and enough time to run before the next big squall blows in.
1 comment:
so nice to see the green!
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