I stepped outside today for a quick dog walk and caught my breath — 12 degrees at sundown. That was better than the morning dog walk — 11 degrees, with a clear sunrise emerging over the lake. That’s the bargain you make with winter; you want a sunny day? You can have your sunny day, but it’s going to cost you. It’s been a cold one so far. I’ve worn the Parka of Misery several times already, and some years, it stays in the closet all season.
The Parka of Misery — North Face, down, suitable for a Fargo winter — is actually quite cozy and hence, not miserable to wear. It’s the external forces that give it its name. If it’s much over 20 degrees, it’s uncomfortable. Which tells you something.
The Parka of Michigan.
Folks, I’m sorta whipped today. Kate and Alan are working on another project — a spaghetti bridge — and we’re all in end-of-the-year mode. Right now all I want to do is watch “Getting On,” my new favorite HBO show. It’s about life on the extended-care nursing ward of a crappy hospital, centering on the nursing station. Basically, I will always watch a smart show about how people work together, the workplace being the great anti-family life we all live. If nothing else, it’s given me the eye-popping sight of watching the woman who played Millie Helper on the old Dick Van Dyke show, simulating a blow job on Harry Dean Stanton, for a subplot about elder sex.
Now there’s a career — from the comic neighbor on a beloved sitcom to a blow job on premium cable.
Have a good Tuesday.