Winter, discontent

Been lacking the desire to write about anything, among other desires, gradually for the past couple of weeks as everything has become more spring-like, except the actual air temperature. The breaking point was a three day run of warm, rainy weather. I took off work to make use of said weather, which was supposed to show up on Friday. Lies. The only thing that arrived were gale-force winds which ripped the side mirror off the car. The one day that was actually warm and dry was, of course, Monday... and I was 5 minutes into biking home from work when grape-sized raindrops starting firing down from the sky. Despite being soaked and bruised, I was able to paint the frame I've been working on refinishing during the winter during the 3-hour run of decent weather that evening. It's now hardening up in the basement, and the fact that I know it needs at least of couple of weeks to cure is the only thing in the world beneficial about the present icy world of hate and despair outside.

I guess the weather could be worse for me, personally, in that it's been behind many more awful occurrences. Earlier this week, dropping temperatures led to a car accident, which led to the death of the Board Chair of A.I.R., the local printing workshop that employs and is used by many friends. His death was senseless in the true meaning of the world - usually the term implies recklessness or impaired thinking on someone's behalf, somewhere, or at least volition of some sort. Here he just happened to be taking a turn at the moment the road was turning into a sheet of ice, and got out of his car at a time that placed him in harm's way at the exact time someone else skidded off the road towards him. I only met Don once or twice, but apparently he was a really awesome guy.

So, yeah, I guess I don't have much to complain about, really.