Happy Trails to Me
off the top:
Sorry for the depressing post the other day. It was very cathartic for me, though.
Today's picture is of a building at Brown University (where I will be) that makes me laugh every time I see it. It's so blatantly faux-Greco-Romanic architecture, with its oversized doric columns and preposterous roof. It just doesn't match with the rest of the buildings. And the other side looks nothing like it. The other side totally blends in with the rest of the university. Ah, New England . . .
Observation: the nice thing about wearing an oversized hockey jersey to a sports bar is no one stares at your chest instead of looking you in the eye, and no one makes comments about your ass . . .
the score:
Okay, so this was another typical stupid booooooooooooorrrrrrrrring Ottawa-Buffalo game. I was at a meAting (seriously, that's how it's spelled -- long story) with Minda and Stef and Caity, and the conversation, mostly reminiscences about the past, was far more entertaining, so my note-taking suffered. I was also made fun of for taking notes on my witchy little pieces of paper, so I was suitably chastened. All I know is Alfie scored, and Hossa scored, and he looked really happy. Then I had to defend his honour on a point made by Stefan, so I was distracted from play yet again. Then Hossa almost scored, and looked really angry. Damn, he's sexy when he's angry. Er --
Basically, it wasn't very interesting, and Ottawa lost, and it was all Patty's fault. So much for the playoff form he had two games ago. This man has consistently been inconsistent the entire time. Next year, after he loses the Cup for the Senators, give him to Anaheim for a first round pick in the future, push Pru up to number one, and give Em the backup job. It's THAT simple . . .
off the ice:
Grr, I'm miffed that I'm missing the return of Havlat in the Philly game on Friday. Hockey's not really big in Providence. They like basketball. If ever the subtleties of a sport eluded me, that would be it . . .
Hear, hear! This is good news!
I didn't realize Jacques Martin was a
bachelor. I shall have to do something about that when I meet him . . .
in other news:
Why, yes, I
am retarded!
So, the weather this past week in Ottawa has been unseasonably warm, which means that most of the snow is all gone. It's now slush. And rivers. Lots and lots of rivers.
I walked to school this afternoon, like I do every afternoon, rain or shine. Today, it was blissful shine, and I was revelling in the sheer glory of the day. As I walked through Hampton Park, it was a little sketchy going, but more or less okay. I resolved to check out my path carefully, so as not to get myself wet. I walked up Island Park, hopping daintily (for me) over various puddles and streams. Down Carling, to the path that leads to the Farm. I checked it out, and it looked pretty snowy still. Alison was not wearing her glasses today, children. The snow was a facade for an underlying icky sludge-slush combination. I managed, through sheer agility and balance, to get through that part with only a little bit of damp getting through my sneaks. Then, however, I ran smack-dab into a ten-metre rushing river of ice-cold, ankle-deep water. There was some slush in there. I think the river was trying to masquerade as snow. It failed. So I slogged through that. Yes, I got very wet. Yes, it was
very cold. This path leads to a road, and, in order to get off the path, you have to climb over a snow bank. The snowbank, thankfully, was still there. But wait, ladies and gentlemen! This was no ordinary snowbank. The snow, over time, had melted and refrozen, giving the snowbank a shell of ice-like stuff, which contributed to my false impression of its solidity. I was so wrong. Inside, from top to bottom, was more slush. Luckily, I was so cold and wet by this point that I almost didn't mind the searing cold that sucked the blood out of my calves. No problem.
The road, blessedly, was dry. And I was still, surprisingly, in a very good mood. See, the Farm is right now a huge lake. Water, water, everywhere, and, fascinated as I am by running water of all kinds, I was absolutely mesmerized by various streams, the bubbling of the drainage grates, the huge puddle that crossed the entire road and caused every car going though it to hydroplane . . . It was all just so pretty. I continued to mosey along, appreciating the weather and admiring the ducks in their makeshift pond. I crossed Prince of Wales and continued on down to the Locks. I opted to take the paved road, rather than the path through the field, because I had become smarter since I started out. As I approached the lock, however, my heart sank. Stretching ahead of me for some fifteen feet, and the only way to get to the lock, was a mire of slush and water about six inches deep. I said, "fuck it, I'm already wet," and made my way through, making it to class in good time, and, remarkably, still in relatively good spirits, despite the shivering the blue lips and the squelching . . .
I took the train home.
Okay, I'm getting up super-duper early tomorrow morning to spend most of my day on a plane. I will be at Lisa's in Rhode Island until Monday, and then I get home at around midnight. If you need to contact me between now and then, please use my hotmail address, as I can't access my sympatico account away from home. Or you could just post here, and I'll get back to you.
I may post while I'm away, if something interesting happens and I have time to tell you about it. In which case I have to email it to Stefan for him to put up, as Lisa's computer is sketchy at the best of times. I'm leaving Stef in charge of my little page for five whole days. He's only responsible for updating the scoreboard at top right, but you never know what he might be up do at any given moment. So consider this your good and sufficient warning: I am not responsible for any shenanigans that go on while I'm away.
Posted by Ally at March 3, 2004 12:00 AM