I woke up thinking of snow and ice this morning. Brrrr. Our neighbors to the north got some pretty decent snowfall to start off December. Some even got an ice storm. It is that time of the year that I habitually frequent weather blogs and weather websites that went neglected all throughout the summer months. I become a man obsessed.
"Don't you want it to snow?" I asked Charlie last night as we were sitting in my den watching the weather coverage.
"Dammit! Hell no!" he exclaimed as he laughed. "I don't want to have to drive in that mess!"
I had dreamed I was homeless and it snowed last night, and I was having trouble keeping the snow out of my tent and sleeping bag. I woke up feeling bitterly cold and immediately walked into my hall to turn the heat up.
Part of the morning was spent down at the shopping center. The sky was drab and overcast as I walked down and managed to finagle some spare change out of Slop for a soda. Slop was talking incessantly about football this morning. Yawn. I am just not into football this year. I could care less.
"Blah, blah, blah. SEC championship," he said. "Blah, blah, blah, Auburn Tigers."
That is exactly how it sounded to me. In one ear and out the other. Like a bunch of garbled gobblety gook. He finally asked me about Clara, breaking the monotony of football speak.
"She's doing fine," I told him. "I want to go see her badly."
"You're in love," Slop said as he grinned feverishly.
"No I am not!" I exclaimed as I blushed.
I walked on home thinking of Clara and her new life. Nestled in her safe and warm apartment. Spending her days working in that thrift shop and going to AA meetings at night. It seemed like such a very pleasant existence -- so very pleasant. I was almost envious of her and her good fortune. I wondered if I was in love with her. I have missed her friendship so dearly and those lazy summer days spent down at the shopping center seem so far removed from my life these days.