Thursday, October 11, 2012

Yellow ‘X’ marks the spot



After a long dustbowl of a summer I can’t believe I’m thinking it, but I’m looking forward to some igloo weather and dare I say it, even a few fleeting flakes of glistening pristine snow. This is understandable of course when your body breaks a sweat just by licking self-adhesive postage stamps, or jerkin’ that last gherkin from the pickle jar. I don’t look forward to the bulky winter garb though because when it comes to ‘layering’ I always want it to be more about a triple decker hoagie rather than looking cucumberly ‘COOL’ like Bogie.

Whether it’s trenchy coats or those Michelin-Man marshmallow soft ski togs, my nose for sweaty high-brow winter style, or designer Kleenex, has never been up to snuff. You see dandy duds like wooly scarves, Bald Knobber beanies and dexterity dependent, knitted mittens tied-together forever still give me fits. I just don’t appreciate stuff like sweaters and vests that are louder and brighter than me, so my outerwear tends to fair, dull and lifeless like my lobotomized stare.

As for what’s growing and going on underneath my steamy ‘TUMdra’ and girth of winter garb, I cannot surmise with any certainty as to the rumors of rapid colonization. But being bundled and bound into a hot downy ball may be boffo for delicate ducklings, but for ‘full grow-tund’ roosters like me it’s akin to being brown-basted to a briny shine.  All I know is when I finally unwrap and unstrap in the spring, one thing is for sure, my ‘Long Johns’ may be lightly glazed, but they almost NEVER smell like maple or chocolate. 

Never fear though since there is genuine fashion hope for me this season, because I’m planning to deploy a genuine pair of snow shoes just like what polar bears use except without the high calorie claws. I have never cruised the trails to the corner 7-11 with such contraptions, so I will start slow and rely on Devine intervention until I get used to the gear by walking on something soft first - like water. Granted, I probably still won’t make the winter edition of that iconic whale blubber fashion mag ‘Eskimo Quarterly’ as a studly stepper especially with a bounty of Big Gulps in hand. But should I get my winter wish for a sprinkle of snow this season, surely with a quick zip in stride and my admirably giant ‘FEATS’, I might truly leave my mark on society ... or on something.


5 comments:

  1. Let me know how that snow showing goes. I see a lot of effort with little distance gained.

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  2. I'm at a cross roads with the changing weather. I do like the cool mornings and the warm afternoons so what I really want is another month of September. Then I think of the snow skiing that's ahead and I start getting excited for that. Snow shoeing is too much work, I like pointing my skis downhill and going for it.

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  3. Hi, Blogger-Boy: Or Bloggie-Doggie, if that's what
    the yellow spot refers to.
    But I'll just leave this comment in which the only
    spots are type and typos:

    Hope you have a good winter in Connecticut. That
    means one which is Christmas-Card-pretty without
    showing the stuck cars in the background.
    Hope you have lotsa laughs too, without those people
    emit from watching you trip over your snowshoes
    and slide into the fresh fish case of the Deli.

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  4. Writing in the snow is a male thing I've always been slightly envious of.
    But the trick is to get the yellow writing in the firm hand of your girl of choice, yes?

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  5. I'm ready for summer to return.

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