Rain Like Snow

There was expected to be a crazy amount of rain today. Apparently much of it is still to come. Watching the weather for tomorrow, the map of the area showed rain in inches. The storm is to be worse the further you get from the city. The Philadelphia area is expected to get over 2 inches of rain. The more immediate suburbs are expected to see 3-5 inches, and the next layer 6-10. These numbers look more like a prediction of snow fall. I don't remember the exact ratio of snow-rain but I believe its 3 or 4 times the amount meaning that if this were a snow fall it would be a blizzard.

After an interesting day which caused me to work from home, I spent some time working out a list of everything I need to accomplish tomorrow. At the end of said newscast the anchor made sure to mention SEPTA. I had already predicted problems to a friend in jest but apparently this is no joke. The Paoli/Thorndale line is already suspended. While SEPTA has said they expect it to be running in the morning, they also said that several other lines are expected to be effected by the storm. The anchor ended the segment by saying, "If you typically utilize the Regional Rail to get to work, you should consider other options." Because I am without a car (which I hope to explain tomorrow) I worked out a way to get a ride to the train. Now that might not even be useful.

I am crossing my fingers that tomorrow when I wake up, like so many times as a child I found that no snow even fell by the next morning, the sun will be out and the streets will be dry.

It Will Take Some Time

On September 10th my sister got married. September 9th was the last night she spent here. She may come back time to time to crash for the night as years go on, but it will be as a guest. It's natural to be slightly upset despite the overtly joyousness of this occasion. This is not a long reflection on that or on my time with her and I living under one roof. Instead is just a comment on the little things that pop up, sometimes catching me off guard.

The week following her honeymoon I was talking to her online while we were each at work. The day was ending and we both had to run and I almost told her that we could talk about it when I got home, meaning in person. It's not that we cannot talk about it in person or over the phone if we so desired. It was just a momentary lapse where I forgot that she won't be home when I get there and if we are going to talk, it'll most likely be by phone now.

Another time I called her at work to ask her a question while I was out of the office and almost ended the phone call with a casual "see you tonight," but caught myself. And today, when I got the mail there was a few pieces of junk mail addressed to her. Now, this last one probably happens every day and I imagine will continue for a while as most junk mail comes from companies that aren't keeping close track of things like a member of the household changing an address. The reason I noticed it today is that I am not typically home in time to get the mail and it is already gone through, and the junk mail thrown away, before I am home from work.

Again, this is not to say that I am more upset than I am happy, and to be honest, because we talk several times throughout the day on the computer, to some extent I have not noticed a lapse in our interaction. It's just those odd moments where I catch myself expecting her to be home when I get there, or when she isn't at some point I might think she's got a late night tonight (which happened a decent amount of time) and just hasn't gotten in yet. These few-second moments will pass in time. For now, it's still nice to sort of pretend that she is still here.

A Piling Pile of Clothes

What happens when you don't grow in height or weight for 8 years or more? You accumulate a lot of clothes. Especially during ones youth when interests are changing, trends are changing, and so on one tends to end up with a lot of clothes. It's almost a link to the past and a literal visual representation of the wardrobe changes someone goes through. Tracking back as far as late grade school with some of these clothes I can follow bands I liked, my skateboard/baggy clothes phase, my punk/band phase which goes past t-shirts, baggy jeans to ripped jeans to skinny jeans, etc. As I said a few days ago, some of these pieces of clothing are as much memories as they are shirts or coats. Maybe this makes me a hoarder or maybe it makes me a sucker for "remembering the good old days" but part of me struggles to pass on some of these things.

I have a t-shirt from my first concert (Linkin Park, 7th grade), one from a kid who had me as a secret santa in 6th grade (Korn). Moving through grades and years and interests just in my dresser is a pretty cool thing. Even still, as times changes along with my interests and needs as far as my wardrobe is concerned, the space I have is finite. What ends up going are the articles that fall between when is new and what is a memory.

Going through these clothes I see things that I remember buying once and really thinking was so cool. I also see things that I bought or were bought for me that I can't ever remember wearing or maybe only wearing a few times. Sometimes I can even recall a look of excitement my mom had when she brought home one item or I unwrapped another for Christmas. I feel guilty getting rid of it now, especially in instances where I know I never really even wore it. I imagine when she sees it end up in that pile she may remember that moment too, or the moment she found it and maybe feel like she failed on that one. It's silly, in a way. They are just clothes and for most of the things I have that is definitely true. Still, with so many things, we are reminded of certain moments by the most mundane objects.

Howlin' For You

Sunday's Don't Have To Paralyze

I decided to override my mental thought process of "It's Sunday, its after dinner and I am staying in." I don't have Showtime and don't have the money to get it but I love and have been following Dexter for a few years now. Instead of missing the season or finding some other way to watch it I decided that 8:45 pm is not too late to leave the house on a Sunday with work tomorrow. I went over a friends and watched the new episode. I think most of us, once we get into this 9-5 routine, have the same mentality we were instilled with while growing up in grade school - you don't go out on Sunday, especially not after dinner.

I am glad I did. It was a good episode, and looks to be a interesting season. I am about through all of the premieres for this fall. There are a few I missed last week and a couple left to air. So far, this is looking to be a pretty decent fall for TV.

Once A Ram

Slow Approach