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Rainy thoughts
Sep. 8th, 2004 10:00 amWalking in the rain requires more attention, watching the subtle puddles visible up ahead while avoiding them underfoot, when they're harder to see.
I need to think more about what to wear for the walk; it's no longer a quick dash to the car. There's plenty of time for socks to be soaked. Oh, and maybe keeping an old pair of shoes at work would be good, too. I dislike wearing wet shoes and socks.
The backpack kept things dry. What a relief.
I hope this clears up soon; I have outdoor plans for the evening.
Hm. Just checked a weather site, and there's a good chance of rain for the rest of the week. Sigh. Looks like I don't have outdoor plans after all.
Avoid the Harvard construction site on my street with its pedestrian walkways delineated by concrete barriers instead of sidewalks. Both sides of the street had enormous, deep, unavoidable puddles, one of which also included the chance to be sprayed by a passing car. The traffic cop said there was 'no other way'; I backtracked and walked around the block instead.
Walking in the rain inevitably makes me think of a piece in Touching the Rock, where the author (who has slowly become blind) points out that a rainy day gives him back the landscape, which otherwise is an airy blank beyond the reach of his cane.
Non-rainy thought: The new ad in the T tunnel between Harvard and Central flickers as we go by, looking like an old animation, despite the bright colors. I like how it reverses the usual situation: the pictures are still as we rush by.
Oh, and I don't mind the T having more advertising (there's already so many pieces in each car), as long as the T is well-compensated for the time it took the T workers to put up the length of pictures in the tunnel. Once the newness wears off, it'll be mostly ignored like all the rest.
I need to think more about what to wear for the walk; it's no longer a quick dash to the car. There's plenty of time for socks to be soaked. Oh, and maybe keeping an old pair of shoes at work would be good, too. I dislike wearing wet shoes and socks.
The backpack kept things dry. What a relief.
I hope this clears up soon; I have outdoor plans for the evening.
Hm. Just checked a weather site, and there's a good chance of rain for the rest of the week. Sigh. Looks like I don't have outdoor plans after all.
Avoid the Harvard construction site on my street with its pedestrian walkways delineated by concrete barriers instead of sidewalks. Both sides of the street had enormous, deep, unavoidable puddles, one of which also included the chance to be sprayed by a passing car. The traffic cop said there was 'no other way'; I backtracked and walked around the block instead.
Walking in the rain inevitably makes me think of a piece in Touching the Rock, where the author (who has slowly become blind) points out that a rainy day gives him back the landscape, which otherwise is an airy blank beyond the reach of his cane.
Non-rainy thought: The new ad in the T tunnel between Harvard and Central flickers as we go by, looking like an old animation, despite the bright colors. I like how it reverses the usual situation: the pictures are still as we rush by.
Oh, and I don't mind the T having more advertising (there's already so many pieces in each car), as long as the T is well-compensated for the time it took the T workers to put up the length of pictures in the tunnel. Once the newness wears off, it'll be mostly ignored like all the rest.