Black Night

Well Happy New Year. I'm letting go of trying to catch up on all the events that have happened and I haven't posted and decided to post about a moment that happened tonight. After meeting up with some friends after work for drinks and food and catching up I was heading home, exhausted from a long week at work (and it's just Wednesday). I had to wait a bit for the subway to come. And then the bus ride home from the T station. I was in that strange state of not really engaging in the here and now and being worn out. I was forgoing any activity such as reading or knitting on the bus and was just listening to Mozart and vaguely staring out the window as we headed down Mass Ave.

And then I noticed something through the foggy windows of the bus. Or rather, I noticed nothing. Mass Ave is a fairly bright main street. Lot's lights from retail and all the hustle and bustle that four lanes of traffic generates. And they were all gone - both sides. The power was out. And it was strange. All of a sudden it seemed so bright in the bus with the lights on. I kept thinking we weren't where we were supposed to be but driving on some rural street.

You couldn't really see too many stars so the picutre is deciving. And eventually, we drove enough, to a point the lights were back on (including my neighborhood - yeah).

The strange thing was that there wasn't any real reason for it. We've been getting weather and storms but nothing much today. When I left Boston it wasn't even that cold. But then when I got off, crossing the street I caught a bit of ice. And the whole walk home was trecherous. All ice on the sidewalks from the combination of a faint drizzle and just barely freezing temperatures. And now, over the past few hours, I've been hearing the periodic revving of engines outside. I would normally say my house was on flat land, but really it's just at a base of a hill and has a bit of a slope, but just barely. And the ice is getting so bad cars are having trouble getting up.

Interstingly, when I was googling for a picture for the black night I was trying to describe, I came across this famous black night:

It's just a flesh wound. Well actually I think for the first arm it's just a scratch. Come on you pansy come back here and fight, I'll bight your legs off. Gotta love Monty Python. Which reminds me of when my brother at Christmas this year, performed charades for Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail - it was pretty funny. And took quite a while for Karin, Tyler and I to figure that one out. We were close but very far away being stuck on serpent (for python) and praying (for holy) and drinking (instead of grail - but come on, pretending you're drinking something is quite a reach for us to come up with the grail). But he perservered and we got it eventually with Monty. Well, now I'm just rambling, off to bed. Cheers. (I'm pseudo scotish now with my new job - accent and everything :)