Monday, January 24, 2011

The Weekend was Winter, all the way through

1. I unpleasantly realize my rain boots have sprung a small, but fatal leak.
2. We bid a painful farewell to Willie's Dogs in Park Slope. We celebrate with--what else?--hot dogs, chili cheese fries, and fizzy colas.
3. We take an unexpected tour around Carroll Gardens in sub-zero (close, anyway) temperatures.
4. I eat a mountain of homemade pizza and a drink a barrel of Ithaca root beer.
5. 2 words: Atari Marathon.
6. 4 words: Atari Marathon hand cramp.
7. I walk to church on the barren, frozen surface of the Arctic.
8. I spend the rest of the Sunday eating pita chips and watching a documentary about Everest. It makes me feel better, comparatively. At least I didn't lose any appendages to frostbite (though, the ears were a close call).
9. It was 2 degrees last night. This is war, January.


  1. I couldn't have said it better myself. I usually don't declare war on winter, but that was before the single digit temperatures and the wind and unrelenting gross, dog peed, dog pooped, snow.

  2. My ammo in war against winter usually consists of catchy summer-hits I don't usually listen to and a hefty supply of lemons.

  3. I can't express how helpful your blog is during the months I'm just waiting to take my shoes off outside. It helps to know that other people out there are counting down the days too.

  4. This is just a comment on your photo: I like the addition of the hearts. Those are new since I was there. They're cute.

  5. Shiloh, agreed. I hate dog owners. All of them.

    Carrie, I'm a fan of Vampire Weekend's Contra. And limes.

    Liz, every time I take my shoes off, I think of pictures of frostbitten toes you see from Everest climbers. I find my slippers real quick.

    Candace, thanks, lady. I like them too. I think I'm just going to add for every season and see what happens.