What an odd weekend for weather. Yesterday, it was a perfect spring day...only problem is that it's middle November. What's up with mid 70s in November? Not that I'm complaining....I did my usual perfect-spring-day ritual, involving wandering around aimlessly. Actually, it wasn't completely aimless. I went to the Life is Good store at Peddler's Village to track down a zippered hoodie, with no luck. That place was crowded, I must say. I suppose people realized it would be one of the last warm days for a while.
On the other hand, what Cure album inspired today's weather? The gray seemed to suppress all energy, and there was an everpresent mist of rain...not even the rain could gather enough motivation to show us a momentary downpour.
Yesterday, the gators were able to exorcise a few demons of bad luck. They won 17-16 because they were able to block the last-second punt from South Carolina. A few years ago, that game would not have gone the Gators way...maybe this year is different? They even had a slight chance to try for the National Championship; they still have to win all their remaining games. In college football, a lot can happen in a few weeks.
I was going to go down to Knoxville for Thanksgiving, but it seems as though most of the family will be here in Jersey and the Poconos! So, I'll be looking forward to that, as I'll be able to pester my niece for a while. Heh. Small pleasures.
On the way home this afternoon, I heard the song "Let's Dance" by David Bowie. I loved it when it came out decades ago, but now I dig it even more just because I get to hear snippets of Stevie Ray Vaughan on lead guitar. He had such a distinctive style, you could hear it from a mile away. I'm envious of the roommie who was able to see him play live...that must have been cool.
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