Sunday,
January 12, 2003
It's snowing. In Dallas. Oy.
When
I woke up this morning, I saw Jordan snuggling in between Lyndon and me, with
his head resting on Lyndon's hip. Since this was just too damn cute to pass
up, I got out of bed and tiptoed to the office so that I could grab the digital
camera.
And looked out the window. And started swearing a blue streak, because big puffy flakes of snow were drifting down from the sky in an almost insolent fashion. Granted, they weren't sticking on the pavement all that much, but there was definitely the beginnings of accumulation on the grass. As you can see from the picture at left, parents were stuffing their kids into cold weather gear so that they could enjoy the meteorological phenomenon.
Yeah, great for them. But we were going to go to the antique market at the state fairgrounds this afternoon. Well, shit.
Now, I don't personally have a problem with driving in snow -- I did grow up in Chicago, after all, and I've driven through enough snow to choke a fleet of snow blowers. It's the other maniacs on the road that worry me. Dallas drivers don't understand the concept of "slowing down in bad weather" -- they tend to do 70 MPH plus regardless of road conditions.
But
as Lyndon pointed out, it's Sunday, church was out, and since the weather was
bad enough people might be convinced to stay in. So we hopped in the Hoosiermobile
and risked Central down to Deep Ellum. His prediction was pretty accurate on
the way to the fairgrounds -- we only saw a few morons doing 70+ (and every
damn one of them was driving a truck. Make of that what you will), and make
it to the parking lot without incident.
I love going to antique markets, by the way, mainly because I like to pick up old quilts or quilt tops that can be repaired and/or finished. It's kind of funny -- if you'd told me ten years ago that I'd be doing this, I would have suggested politely that you check the dosage of your recreational herbs and spices. Time changes everyone, I suppose.
Anyway, I didn't find anything fabricky that screamed to go home with me, although I did pick up an extremely pretty sapphire blue glass bead necklace -- something about the color absolutely captivated me, I don't know why. And Lyndon got an encyclopedia on guns and rifles (research for one of his stories, I think) and a collection of glass photographic negatives, so all in all it was a successful trawl. The only negative note of the afternoon was my sudden blood sugar drop and a stop at the hall's food court for chili & cheese dogs. By the time I got home, my repast decided that it didn't like my innards one little bit. I'll spare you the details.
Which brings us up to this moment -- I'm taking a break from writing an interview for a British SF&F mag. This is the first interview I've written since college, and it's kind of a big deal for the interviewee, so I'm trying to make it absolutely riveting (which isn't hard -- the interviewee has had a fascinating life).
And I really should
get some more of this done before tonight, so back to work. Night, all.