|Washington Square Park, NYC 10/28|
sleet and roses
<-------- that, my friends, is sleet.
It snowed the other day in New York.
Not in Alaska, mind you.
Not even upstate, northern New York.
But on Long Island and New York City.
It snowed wet, cold, slushy stuff that rained down on my head, soaked my jeans through to my legs, coated the streets of NYC with just the kind of hazardous, slick, gray sludge a person like me can kill herself on.
I cursed the weather gods, as I ran from the LIRR to the subways, to Washington Square Park, trying to get my kid and his friend to their Saturday NYU math class* on time.
By the time we got back on the LIRR to go home, my jacket was soaked and frozen, and my toes were all but numb.
I don't remember a time when it snowed in New York in October. And I'll be happy if I never see such time again.
This morning, still October, the car thermometer reads 33, and the lawns are covered in a definitive blanket of white frost.
In another world, in another lifetime, that might be pretty. But, for me, in my world, it means only one terrible thing:
there will be no more open water this season.
|suited up, mid-october at|
West Neck Beach
I wish I could, but I cannot.
That means, for this season, I am out.**
I knew it was coming. I tried to brace myself.
In an effort to release land-based endorphins, I may have even bought some bright red hair dye on impulse and worked it through my hair.
Don't kid yourselves about it; I'm not sorry.
Even if I know, perhaps, I should be.
My hot-cherry red hair is making me very, very happy.
As happy as I can be on dry land.
So it's likely not going anywhere soon.
And, yes, fine, we'll see what color it turns when the chlorine starts mixing in.
In the meantime, I'm back to waiting. My Frankie Sky revisions are with my agent. He said he would have feedback to me soon. Then, if approved, we go back to the other waiting. The harder waiting.
Waiting for the editors to say yay or nay.
And, don't I know how often the nays have it.
But, really, what choice do I have?
So until then, me n' my hot-cherry red hair will be here, on dry land, or immersing myself in the chlorine. Waiting for good news. Waiting for spring. Waiting for another open water season to begin.
*please note that my son is taking said class at HIS request. I would NEVER suggest anyone take a math class on a Saturday. ;)
** hope looms eternal: as I finished typing this blog post, an email from my swim buddy appeared in my inbox promising temps back up near sixty this week. Could one more open water swim be possible . . .? ;)