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Watching storms start to form over America
Today I paid my taxes and buried my umbrella. It was free from the World Wildlife Foundation, but I expected it to last more than a month. Having already cracked from the stress of the wind on my way to the post office, it snapped in half and blew inside out as I walked back from my dentist's appointment. After that it was a beautiful piece of conceptual art and absolutely no use at keeping off the rain: I gave it a state funeral in the trash can outside the Au Bon Pain on Cambridge Street. It had a wooden shaft, black metal struts, and a blue-and-white design of pandas. I felt bad for the pandas, but I think "decorative" is the least endangered species. I am told it's going to snow tonight.
ALL RIGHT, NEW ENGLAND, YOU CAN STOP NOW.
ALL RIGHT, NEW ENGLAND, YOU CAN STOP NOW.
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May I ask?
But was it a good final resting place for a panda umbrella?
Well, I genuinely wasn't sure I could take it home with me. It was bent at several right angles to itself. I had visions of not being able to fit it in between commuters and having to abandon it on the platform and then feeling terrible for littering on top of not having an umbrella. And as it turned out when I got to the Charles/MGH platform, it was a very crowded train.
And will you commemorate the umbrella 40 days from now?
If it's stopped raining by then! I'm beginning to have my doubts!
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I misled by using the adjective ugly. Most are very innocuous and involve all the different people whom I've eaten with at Au Bon Pain, at different points in my life--but also looking at (and using) the display case of the Cambridge Savings Bank (if that's even still there?), and using UHS.
--I'll email you the one exception
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