Lapses and Lumps
After this lapse in time you might think que je me suis éclipsée, oops, I have slipped into franglais. It’s just that I like the alliteration of lapse and lipse, nothing to do with being confined to one’s bed (alité). All I need now is to work in the words leaps and loops, but I guess loopy will suffice.
The holidays were a peaceful time for me although I realize that is not the case for everyone unfortunately. Returning to town this morning to resume my yoga class, I noted a bustling feel in the air even though most stores are closed on Mondays. I saw several window washers at work.
This big lump of snow (actual size about 2 feet) kept hanging around long after the rest had melted. After about a week, walking past it with my husband, I said, “Every time I go by here, I feel like kicking that thing”. He replied, “Why not? Go ahead,” and proceeded to do so himself and informed me that it was quite hard. I gave it a little thunk and it was indeed like a rock. I was resisting the urge because it seemed to me that would be a random act of violence and that is the sort of thing we need to root out. I can justify myself by saying it was just a pile of snow, not a living thing, and I didn’t hurt it. As a matter of fact if I had kicked harder, I would have hurt myself, but don’t we always manage to justify ourselves?