Thursday March 20, 2008
Maundy Thursday and the Spring Equinox. There’s an omenous coincidence for you.
I celebrated by getting out of bed, walking straight into the bathroom, and taking a good, scrubby shower. Felt a lot better for that. It’s hard not to love the whole world on a Maundy Thursday when the sun shines and you feel scrubby clean.
Won’t last of course. Someone or something will spoil it before the day is out, you mark my words.
I’m not feeling too certain about the weather prospects for the holiday weekend. There’s an uncomfortable chill in the air, despite the sunshine, and if my sense of smell still operated 100% I’d probably be muttering about there being a feel of snow in the air.
We need to provision ourselves today against the whole weekend. Not in pursuit of any particular plan, we’ve been eating mainly vegetarian these past few days and now I fancy a really good, succulent, free-range, organic-fed chicken. That means a trip to Taunton, like as not.
Graham’s looking at the sky with its collection of strange-looking clouds and feeling all smug that he cut his grass yesterday in advance of the precipitation to come.
“Do you think it really will snow?” he asked.
“What makes you think I’d know?”
“You’re the one who watches the sky and the weather.”
“No, I’m the one who pretends to be watching. Actually, I’m perfecting the art of taking a short nap without closing my eyes. Some call it meditation. I’m more honest about it.”
“Oh. But do you think it really will snow?”