the weather is faking it, and i’m a little displeased. it looks like tempting bikini weather. the buds are coming up, there are wispy clouds softening the sunlight a little bit, and the grass is thick and soft. yesterday i had a delightful peach smoothie. it looks like the sort of day where i’d want to take that smoothie and spike it and top it with ice cream, and lie on that thick soft grass all afternoon.
but it’s too cold to actually lie outside with a book and a cold drink and bare arms and bare legs. as one of my mother’s students once wrote, the right to bare arms is covered by the second amendment… maybe i should call the ACLU, i might have a case here. (this is topped only by the supposition that the fourth amendment, in its prohibition of quartering soldiers in civilian homes, was intended to put an end to this.)
on a lighter note, compare: