Winter In April

Apocalyptic weather patterns continue. Got woken up yesterday morning at 5:30am by the Dryden School District -- where Robin doesn’t go -- informing me that schools would be closed due to inclement weather conditions. Poked my head outside and found five inches of snow.

Two days before it had been in the high 70s, a veritable Garden of Eden with the last of the daffodils and the back acreage a carpet of tiny, exquisite violets.

Accuweather says winter was on a switch delay this year, high pressure front bottlenecking frigid Arctic coldfronts for months. I guess the switch turned back on.

Bad weather brought with it a return of panic attacks and a low level of chronic anxiety. I guess I really do have SAD -- possibly connected to a Vitamin D deficiency. After making progress on the To Do list,once again I'm stalled. I think what katestine said about being trapped in the algorythmn is very true.

RTT and I went to see Jeff Who Lives At Home Sunday. I give it an “Eh - “ -- one or two funny scenes but ascension of the eponymous slacker to Buddahood plus Susan Sarandon’s effortless conversion to Lesbianism were exactly the kind of feel-good notes that make me want to pummel a screen with rotten tomatoes.

But RTT shocked me on the ride home by giving me an amazingly cogent analysis of the film and an equally amazing analysis of what will happen to France and the EU if -- as seems likely -- Sarkozy doesn’t get reelected. Robin's smarter than I am, I thought. If you have brilliant children, eventually it always comes to that, the Childhood's End moment. It’s a source of pride, of course, but also a source of some resentment -- like my DNA used me as a stepping stone to get ahead and now is tossing me aside without a second glance or chance.