Deserving

Did you know that it is exhausting, having a lovely day? It takes such concentration. Such effort. Such deliberation.

So I was enjoying the day. I had taken a lovely walk on my lunch break to get a nice sandwich. I took my two feet:

And headed down a snowy, icy street:

I didn’t really mind, because it was expected. And nowhere near as cold as the other day. (Brr, the other day was chilly.)

So I meandered, here, taking a photo of one of my favourite lunch spots:

And there, of a sign that made me giggle:

(Click here for image source; you get to see it bigger.)

And continuing merrily on my way.

It occurred to me that we should recycle in my little town, and how it is a shame that they don’t have a compost program or even any sort of recycling program there, although they do in the city where I work.

The reason is that it’s not actually a town, and therefore relies on provincial garbage disposal and whatnot, but it would be nice if the province were more interested in recycling.

Still, I found the strength within and I continued. I had a scrumptious sandwich to procure! What an adventure, hm?

So I walked some more, toward my preferred sandwich getting location.

I was pretty intent. Focused on my task. Looking pretty cool in my collar, turned up against the mild wind.

And you wanna know something, Internet? Ultimately, I did get that sandwich. The memory of that sandwich, that cheese and tomato and lettuce on French baguette… mmm. The memory makes me salivate.

Still, I did notice that the streets were rather deserted.

And that this flag hung rather sadly, as though knowing it would soon get a beating.

I paused near a bus stop, thinking that it was so lovely not to have to rely on public transportation:

And I walked around, never suspecting that my enjoyment of the mild yet snowy weather would be short-lived.

Then, the workday ended.

I headed out toward the car, happy to be doing so:

When all of a sudden…

Snow. Flakes of the stuff. Lots of flakes.

OK. I ask you this.

After a hard day at work, all of the day working on things like this:

And drawing things like this:

Do I really deserve this?

Hm? Do I? Because I’ll tell ya. I don’t think so.

Personally, I think scraping the once should be enough for one day.

Not that I scraped. Exactly. It was more a matter of brushing snow off of the car.

But it got all over me! The snow! It was all over my… self! And it was frozen! And cold and stuff!

I even took a picture to show my displeasure:

Of course, in that picture you can barely see the snow, and I look more sassy than displeased. I think it’s to do with the tired eyes. And let me tell you, that’s all to do with the loveliness of day I was telling you about from the beginning. This here has nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that I stayed up late reading again last night. Nothing! Unrelated! It’s the day, the day I was concentrating on enjoying!

You should believe me. Would these feet lie?

Didn’t think so.