Dismal Days

I took Bandit and Violette with me for a walk in the Avenues this afternoon with Anne. It was rainy and cold, but that made the whole experience somehow dramatic. We were kind of looking for Anne's cell phone, which she eventually found in her closet, but you never know. And she doesn't sync hers, either! I guess I'd better figure out how.

We walked up to see someone's garden, and passed John F's home, so I started to call him when a couple walked out and unleashed their dog, who was sitting on his porch. In the cold rain, John came out in his bare feet. First thing out of his mouth was to ask about you.

Earlier, I'd had coffee with Heather and Debbie, and we talked a little about all the thefts at West. I guess it's been particularly horrible this year and a gang came by, cut all the bicycle locks and just piled the bikes in a truck and drove off. Other stories have been about pickpocketing. The new principal cut back the security that Margery beefed up, but I wonder if that has anything to do with it. The security details were kind of a joke anyway, weren't they?

That news just seemed perfect for such a dismal old day. But even so, I end up loving the rain, even the cold rain, because you're eventually forced inside to the warmth.

Stay warm, even on dismal days.