You burrowing marmot, you

Famous groundhog Phil saw his shadow yesterday, which means six more weeks of winter. I don't mind this, as my fashion sense has always leaned toward the layered look. I'm also not surprised, as the world itself has struck me as a downright chilly, if not bitterly cold, place to reside lately.

For instance. Even though I was very careful about fitting that pair of corduroys with piping I made for myself, I still didn't get the waistband right. (I also had to use a dark-green Sharpie to obscure places I didn't use enough piping and its bright white synthetic interior ended up poking out. So humbling!)

Another rotten occurrence is the rapid disappearance of pomegranates from groceries everywhere, an event that happened abruptly, and was a shock to the passionate, nightly pomegranate consumer I'd become. At the street stand in Chinatown where a mountain of the famous red, leathery skinned berries could always be found now sits a pile of almost frighteningly large grapefruits. (Citrus fruits are in season right now according to P, to those of you who care. And I know, technically, pomegranate season ended last month, as I mentioned a few posts ago. But still.)

Lastly, I intended to finish a solid first draft of a 2-character play I've been working on for the past 6 months by February 1st, but a certain scene thinks otherwise, apparently. Thanks a lot, scene. (I know, I should be happy I've come this far in only 6 months, a short period of time for a freak like myself who is more accustomed to the leisurely/harrowing pace of 2-5 years.)

But even before Groundhog Day, I started to wonder if I was entering a newly dark and cold phase of my life. Then P emailed me this picture of a bittern determinedly walking forward, despite all his inevitable and inconsequential, yet-still-troubling-anyway troubles. He's going to get where he's going despite everything, dammit!



Sort of like that famous character of R. Crumb's, who just keeps on truckin'.



Thanks mirror lake, R. Crumb, and especially P, the dastardly handsome and brilliant man I am so lucky to have in my life, and so grateful to.