Watching storms start to form over America

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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.

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That's too bad about the umbrella. They always make for a very frustrating sort of conceptual art, even when it's a rainy windy day in a major city and the rubbish bins become tight packed umbrella necropoles* which might actually be rather aesthetic if one weren't at that very moment being bombarded by water performing its very best impression of several thousand gross of shoemaker's knives.

I felt bad for the pandas, but I think "decorative" is the least endangered species.

Good point!

I am told it's going to snow tonight.

Did it? It dropped thirty degress between seven and eleven PM here, and turned from sleet to snow around when I got home from sessioning in Hamden. The yard was still mostly coveredd at noon, and patches of snow in the shade made it through the day.

ALL RIGHT, NEW ENGLAND, YOU CAN STOP NOW.

Word.

*Or should I say necropoleis?

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The yard was still mostly covered at noon, and patches of snow in the shade made it through the day.

We had something of the same. It badly confused the white squirrel.