Drizzled

The title for this one has nothing to do with food. There is no red wine reduction being drizzled over a piece of red meat, no caramel sauce being slowly drizzled over two scoops of vanilla ice cream who share a sprig of mint leaves between them while slowly freezing the caramel that it embraces. No, nothing like that. This title refers to the slushy slurry that is currently being dumped from the heavens. Not quite rain, not quite snow, but a slushy mess that instantly makes everything worse in all aspects of life. This is not something that I have grown accustomed to over time, in general my experience lay in real winter. Snow starts in November and stays until April. The weather is cold and unrelenting, the moisture in the air being frozen to make things dry. Those were winter conditions that a person could deal with. Yes, it would snow huge amounts but it was easier to deal with. This nonsense falls, sticks to everything and then freezes. I’d say it’s doing it wrong but that would imply I know how it’s to be done right, which I’m not sure I do anymore. I’m feeling lots of uncertainty in general nowadays. I’ve talked briefly about how I don’t know if I have a job right now. I’m just plodding ahead with the assumption that I do, especially since I’ve now been paid twice. We were supposed to have news before the holidays but it was pushed off. Instead we were implored to have a relaxing and restful break from work. As if that is possible when you don’t know how you’re going to put food on the table for your kids or keep a roof over their head if the news comes in and it’s not good. I’m being dramatic of course, I don’t even have kids! But even in a somewhat stable situation that I find myself in, it is not something that can be taken lightly and looms in the back of one’s mind, not quite a Sword of Damocles but it’s not comfortable. So anyways, that’s the big one. There are some smaller things brewing, like how am I going to be less fat, when will I hang my spoons and where, why does Admiral Bonesaw need to talk to me today, can I get my will done finally. Lots of little thoughts. I won’t bore you with those any longer though. I should talk about Saturday’s adventure. But I won’t right now, because GRP hates long posts and this one is starting to get that way.