the big chill

last night, the city descended into a deep freeze while i tried not to slip into one of my own. the temp out there was something like -29 with the wind chill. i was puttering late into the witching hours i love, when the world falls eerily still; imagined myself in a cozy igloo, a frosty haven adrift on a desolate ice field beneath a quiet heavy sky, dreaming by oil lamp. the thought gave me chills. and i liked it.

a VIP in my life has flown off to florida, like one of those snowbirds only a good 25 years younger and far less interested in canada club gatherings on someone's lanai. his absence scares me a little. the goal is to remain focussed: follow up on the nibbles that keep coming in for contract work (at least one gig i nailed yesterday is extremely lucrative - hallelujah).

speaking of the big chill, i have finally been tracked down by the five women dubbing themselves "your reunion committee" - they want to know if i'd be interested in attending a gathering in regina of our high school graduating class this summer at someplace called "the broken rack". of course, i feel requisite curiosity about the whole where are they now thing, but honestly, i can't be arsed to attend. it occurs to me that the people i actually wouldn't mind seeing are precisely the ones who would flip the bird to a reunion. so i'm just not sure about an awkward evening in a prairie pool hall with the folks who were hardly important (and often irritating) to me during high school.