Sunday, January 23, 2011
I love this town. You know I love this town. I make a living from loving this town. But all that love doesn't make January any less difficult. Yesterday we had the most glorious break from the greys - all sunshine and 50˚ - but it was so short-lived that the net effect of Saturday is to make today even harder. I miss the farmers' market, even the piles of potatoes and turnips and kale that make up the bulk of the harvest in the cooler months. On the upside, the rain and greys make it really easy to read a few books a week, and my love affair with the Multnomah County Library is as healthy as ever. The truth of the matter is I (kind of, sort of) relish this time of year. All my malcontent will push me to do something creatively exciting, travel somewhere warmer, and caption enough silly pictures of Fred Armisen that by the time Spring is here I'll be more than prepared to embrace the reasons people love (and love to make fun of) this town. Here's hoping.