Monday, March 30, 2009
“verrrrrry nice weather we’re having…”
Is not life a hundred times too short for us to bore ourselves?—Friedrich Nietzsche
The other day, out running errands. Waiting for the cashier to print up a receipt, and he looks at me and my dad. Says in that good-cashier voice [I know, because I can whip out that same voice], “SO, how about this weather? Yeah?” Great small talk starter, the weather. It’s probably the single thing that you know you have in common with a stranger.
So why am I mentioning it? Because I was suffering from blog-neglect, and thought hey, it’s turning spring-like, and then it snowed the other day, and then it’s beautiful again today, I can talk about the craziness of spring… And then got a grip, laughed at myself for a moment, and realized that 1) this blog is not a stranger. 2) I am not a good cashier; I’m a writer. 3) So why on earth would I talk to you about the weather, as if you’re a great-great-aunt of mine that I’d never met before, or some customer I was never going to see again?
I wouldn’t! So I’m not. (Though it is gorrrgeous outside.) Will come back when I’m not going to say something trite.—jl

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