The sun is shining outside, the trees are all in glorious full bloom. The birds are tuning up for one heckuva concert, and the bumblebees are bumbling more than any parish beadle ever has. I cannot blog.
Have I mentioned that I have bought a pattern for a baby dress, and material for it, so I can have it ready for my pregnant co-worker’s little girl? Have I mentioned that I finished reading 1984, that I am digesting the beginning stages of A Very Short Introduction to Kant? These are things I could mention. As is the fact that Unreal Tournament is quite jolly and full of viscerally satisfying action. As is the fact that Joss Whedon totally surprised me with a third season Angel episode I watched last night. As is the fact that I had to erase a totally gorgeous pupil and iris from a portrait I’m drawing and am the better for it. These are all juicy topics I could discuss. But I cannot.
I am not fit to discuss anything. I am seven years old in a flowered sundress. I have snapped a little snap-song to a squirrel and scared him away. I have been watching the wildlife. I have a braid and butterfly earrings. I am on two cups of coffee. I am standing under an apple tree and touching pink snow. I am stroking the soft skin of magnolia blossoms. I am fit for nothing and up for anything, and flitting from topic to topic like an industrious bee. So ignore me, and get out into the sun.
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I can't.
I am trapped in the 4:30 pm workday zone of terror (which now lasts from 3pm to 6pm, a solid 3 hour block of terror) in an office building in front of a computer with my back to the window. And again I am reminded why I want to work from home.
Me Too
I spent more time outside today than is probably strictly alotted to me as break time today. But it was nice and sunny and I don’t care. One of the perks of salaried work.
georgics
Since when did “industrius” bees flit? I object to your verb: Bees may wander, roam, bumble, buzz, swarm, sting, etc., but only butterflies flit. But you needn’t mind my imperatives…
Re: georgics
You may be correct in general. But yesterday was the first REAL Spring day, and I could tell the bumblebees were flitting. They do it awkwardly, but they try. It’s like watching horses attempt a gavotte.
For what it’s worth, I doubt normal bees can even try to flit. They are much too efficient. But bumblebees are such ridiculous things that a certain spirit of frivolity seeps into them.
Re: Me Too
Here we do the “oh, YOU have something to do over at the such-and-such building, DON’T you?” thing.
Although when “such-and-such” is “coffee shop”, the pretense is rather thin.
Re: georgics
P.S. Thank you for georgics, new word.
Re: I can't.
Well, unlike most people, you can see the telecommuting at the end of the tunnel.