Rocking Chair Reds

The Walk: From the furniture store to home

Distance: 1.6 miles

Duration: 30 minutes

Thoughts: We bought two new red rocking chairs for the front porch. Birthday presents. They look great, and they have a nice, smooth rock. As we set them up on the porch, flakes of snow began drifting from the gray skies, a lazy drift. None of them seemed to land on the greening grass, or on the yellow daffodils. It was a cold wind, however, that escorted me home on my walk, along with a steady, but light, drizzle of rain, then soft hail, and then the snow.

People at school were bitching up and down the halls, but I like a spring storm, and a gray sky. I've been thinking a lot about T.S. Eliot poems lately--the early stuff. I never think about his later work, I have no taste for it. But as we are reading All Quiet on the Western Front, the word "anesthetized" from Prufrock keeps popping into my head. I know. "April is the cruelest month" would be more appropriate.