Hookah-sky....

.... there is a storm coming tonight.... and Townes Van Zandt is playing an acoustic set from the stereo behind me while I watch the wind in the trees outside..... the temperature has hovered in the mid-40s all day, but a steady 10mph breeze that has gusted to 25mph occasionally has made the day feel much, much colder.....

.... as it stands right now with dusk quickly approaching, we're predicted to get either snow, sleet, or rain after nightfall.... so our local meteorologists are covering all of their bases as they try to blab over Townes from the living room..... but one thing is for sure, the wind has absolutely howled all afternoon.....

... it's been one of those odd days bereft of clouds or blue..... just the hazy, shape-less grey.... like the smoke I once saw swirling in a Antwerpen hookah cafe.... thick, ashen, and contained..... impenetrable... a sky that is laden with moisture and is anxious to release it.... a sky which turns more and more icy-blue as the evening fades....

.... I bumped the button to turn the heat up about an hour ago.... from 74 to 75 degrees....and there are fresh flannel sheets on the bed for when cocktail hour is finished and bedtime has arrived....

.... damnation, I must be getting old...... once upon a time, I'd be sitting here glancing out the window while I rechecked my pack and laced my boots for hiking..... hoping that I could get my tent up before the snowflakes or the rain started arriving.... and now?..... I'm gleefully looking forward to snuggling under flannel and grinning while the wind groans against the windows.....

.... you know, I like to think that I'm not really getting soft.... that somehow I just find myself with much less to prove to My Self..... and you know, that may be correct..... perhaps I truly have finally arrived at some great and momentous understanding of Self, Life, and Happiness that is normally only achieved by the greatest yogis, scholars, and theologians......

... then again, I'm probably just getting soft....

.... but either way, there is still a storm coming tonight...... and while I won't be battling it like I once did years ago, I am still going to enjoy the hell out of it..... that's the most important part anyway....

by Eric on February 26, 2008 | Bullshit (10) | TrackBack (0) | Thinking
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You're not old until you say, "this is great sleeping weather!"

It's all good up until that moment.

But I'm pretty sure you could, if necessary, tie on the boots and sling the pack and trudge the snowy terrain, if the reason was good enough. So no, you're not soft so much as you are a man of different priorities.

You have a beautiful wife waiting there, all snuggled in those flannel sheets, after all.

Bullshitted by Joan of Argghh! on February 26, 2008 10:22 PM

Old? That's crazy! Only your perspective changes . I'm sitting here in North West Georgia tonight...we've had some wicked weather earlier..and now the rain is gone, but the wind is blowing big time and it's getting cold.

I don't think it's "getting soft", I think of it more as ...a comfort, something to enjoy, , something to snuggle down deep within our warm, comfy,pillowy, soft beds.

Bullshitted by Tesa on February 26, 2008 10:36 PM

Oh good grief - in the 40's?? That's freeking SPRING, Dude. We have not been above freezing in weeks...

We have our thermostat set at 68 - you are living LARGE, my friend. Large... And warm to boot. : )

Bullshitted by Richmond on February 26, 2008 11:18 PM

Seventy-five degrees AND flannel sheets? I'd get farookin' heat stroke.

Bullshitted by Jim - PRS on February 27, 2008 04:17 AM

We had some MAJOR winds last night. I love wind...love it.

Bullshitted by Yabu on February 27, 2008 09:34 AM

I'm with Jimbo. My house ain't never seen 75 degrees in the winter. I keep mine around 67 degrees. Ain't you got a sweater, Brother?

Bullshitted by Jerry on February 27, 2008 09:58 AM

75 degrees in your house?

Holy god man, put a sweatshirt on.

I can only imagine what your heating bills look like and what that dry heat is doing to your skin.

Bullshitted by Quality Weenie on February 27, 2008 01:25 PM

75? Holy crap, I'd freeze to death. I keep the A/C on 78 in the summer... any colder than that and I need frickin' socks.

40s? I'd be channeling Sam McGee. That crematorium would look so frickin' warm. Good Lord... BRRRRR

Bullshitted by Bou on February 27, 2008 06:12 PM

Supposed to be in the low 30's upper 20s here tonight with a wind blowing..looks like the idea two dawg night!

Bullshitted by GUYK on February 27, 2008 06:20 PM

God I love flannel sheets in the winter! I too have grinned myself to sleep, snug in my nest whilst the winds howl outside.

Bullshitted by Sugar Britches on February 28, 2008 07:41 PM