When I was writing yesterday’s blog in which I explained that I do not pay attention to weather forecasts, I managed to peek outside. The sun was out and it looked gorgeous. I didn’t exactly make plans to go bike riding, but the aspiration was definitely there.
Then I noticed one of my neighbours walking down the street. She was wearing her winter coat and a toque (that’s a winter hat in case you didn’t know). I found it hard to reconcile these things, but not impossible. There are lots of times when I just don’t understand the weather. I doubt that it is a Canadian thing, but my students so often wax lyrical about how predictable and/or consistent the weather in their country that they have me convinced it is a Canadian thing.
I had to go out and find a mailbox to return something to Amazon. There is a mailbox across the street from me incorporated into the super-box that replaced door to door mail delivery on my street. The problem was that the opening was too small for the item I was sending back. I had to go and find one of those traditional giant red mailboxes. If I were going to my office to work the next day, I would have waited because there are a few of them between the subway station and the building I teach in. Since I’m working from home until at least the middle of May, this really wasn’t an option.
I took a stroll in the rather cool weather. I found a mailbox outside the convenience store that also has a post office outlet inside–at least I think they have a post office outlet inside. I haven’t been there in a while and I know they reduced their store size by about 50%–the space they gave up became a kebab place. Maybe they gave up the post office franchise….
When I came back, I sat at my chair, searching YouTube videos for interesting videos of “makers” creating things and giving tours of their workshops. Not the most productive way to spend the afternoon, but I had done the teaching part, I had gone for the cool walk, and now I needed something to just turn off.
From the corner of my eye, I spotted something weird going on outside my window. There were a million flakes falling down in the bright afternoon sunlight. I wasn’t worried about any of it sticking around, so I just chuckled inwardly and quite consciously decided that unless something truly remarkable happened, it would be Today’s Perfect Moment.