@dlowan,
dlowan wrote:
Let them deliver!!!
Cursed be the blizzard that keps Boida from her art.
Art shmart. The art ain't goin' anywhere. I'm almost out of pills. The kind you can't stop taking. I cut one in half to get me to Monday. I figure half is better than nuttin'.
Actually I'm very disappointed about the art. But I really can't schlep around in 18 inches of snow. I can't do the walking necessary for the buses. And I don't have money for cabs. That's of course assuming that if I had the money, I'd be able to get a cab.
In my younger years in weather like this, I would have wended (and did wend) my way to Central Park and romped, made snow angels, thrown a snowball or three or twenty, and built a snow animal. I once built a wonderful snow kangaroo with a pouch and a joey. Dem were da days. I might have even headed south to the Central Park Zoo to see the Japanese snow monkeys. Hey monkeys. You like the weather?
The last time it snowed I was trying to cross the street. A young feller came along and offered me his arm to help me navigate the curb. I took it (gave it back, too).
Fie on being feeble. Feh and fooey too.