A. Dog On The Run
This morning as I hobbled to work (in the light! today was 2 minutes and 42 seconds longer than yesterday!) I saw a loose dog, always a worrying sight. Loose dogs always run like they know where they're going, but they really don't know where they're going and they often end up changing course and veering out into the road with no warning. Last year I apprehended two loose dogs and returned them to their owners - one of them was my favorite dog in the neighborhood who never barked and always jumped up on the fence for me to pet him when I walked by. He was running towards the interstate on-ramp. The other dog was some wandering retriever I found running towards the river. I don't know what happened to that dog renegade this morning - it was black and fuzzy and running with its head down and determined, heading south on the sidewalk on Higgins. I hope it didn't run onto the street. Higgins is stupid busy - why do so many people drive?
B. Hobble and malarkey
I was hobbling because I have a blister the size of the Great Lakes, if my foot is America. Because I am a lady I will not discuss how I have had to repeatedly lance this very large blister, and I will not discuss the surprising amount of fluid that seeps out every time I lance it - such details should remain the purview of people like my dad who look back with fondness on halcyon days of working as medics in the Navy and participating in surgeries on hemorrhoids and popped-out eyeballs. Ladies such as myself do not mention unmentionables like this. Instead of all the horrid details - so horrid you would squirm - suffice it to say, I have a blister on the bottom of my foot, and I limp.
And I have a race tomorrow morning. Will I be able to run? Will my archrival be at this race? Can you hobble and run at the same time? What if my enormous blister pops during the race and swamps my shoe with ooze? If I get a slow time, and I probably will, can I blame it on the blister? Will people be sympathetic to that? These are all questions I will have answers for before 10:30 tomorrow morning.
C. Weather
Here's how the winter's been in Missoula: it was warm, and then it was very cold, and then it was warm, and then it was cold again, and now it's warm again. I'm kind of done with winter. It's not wintery anymore and I don't care about it. My house is warm, my heating bill is low, each day is longer than yesterday. Last winter seemed really long and dark and horrible - I started my job in January and it seemed like I walked to and from work in thick darkness for months and months. But this winter, here it is still January and I walk to work in blazing pre-sunrise daylight and see sunsets after work. Is it because I've moved to a more southerly location? It's a different climate on the south side of the river, for sure, but I didn't know daylight hours would be so different. Well gee.
D. Calendrical forecast
Unless I am wrong, and I am never wrong, I will be spending the next few weeks in darkened theaters watching movies. When I emerge at the end of February it will almost officially be springtime. In addition to the Big Sky Documentary Film Festival, there is a series showing on campus that will be very enjoyable. I always go to these campus film serieses thinking they'll be good and they end up being not good - a French film series, for example - you'd think a French film series would be enjoyable, wouldn't you? But no, it wasn't at all, and one of the films was so bad it gave me a two-day headache. A Japanese film series - that would be interesting, right? But no, it wasn't. So bad. So disappointing. I nearly despaired of ever seeing a good film series again. But this upcoming series is a classic film series and it will be rad. I will buy candy, maybe popcorn.
E. Desires
All I want is a wide-angle lens, for my Canon or my Argus. Is that too much to ask? I want other things too, but there are too many to list here.
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