Snowflakes in My Peanut Butter!

This morning when I walked outside, I was pleasantly surprised to learn that it had snowed, and even let out a little squeal of excitement! From this point on, I proceeded to interact with the snow in ways that were a bit too intimate for my comfort level. Initially I made it to the bus stop, hoping the bus would arrive momentarily. I then stood idly by for about 12 minutes, until I realized that it was Saturday, and, no, no buses would be by for quite a while. During my 12 minute commuting break, I decided to have some apples and peanut butter that I had packed along, which is when it really started snowing! Snowflakes were cascading into my peanut butter, and sticking there, even long enough to actually notice the distinct shapes of each little flake, which is about when I realized that I had been standing there a little too long.

A few other highlights of this sticky Saturday snowfall occurred on my way home from my outing, as I was standing on the El platform, and a weird, well put together guy encroached on my "personal telephone booth" to inquire about the trail mix I was eating. This was a harmless inquiry, to which I felt fine about, even relieved to have someone to talk to whilst waiting, until he asked what nationality I was. I reminded him of his Irish- Italian- German niece. As we got on the train, he sat immediately next to me. He shared with me that he was headed to Millennium Park to go ice skating, asked if I ice skated, and when I answered "Not really", he asked "Why?!" He then asked me what neighborhood I lived in, which is when I started giving brief, uninterested, one word answers, and wanted this interaction to end. He took a book out of his creepy book bag. The book's title was none other but "Reading Facial Expressions." Finally, I departed the train, iiik.

As I walked briskly home, my poor ol' UGGs who were turning 4 Winters old, who carried me faithfully to myprevious destination and halfway back- apparently just couldn't take it any longer. The floodgates opened! Each step I took squished with cold water, (which thanks to the insulating nature of UGGs eventually turned into kind-of pleasant luke warm water.) My toes wanted to cry and I marched myself right into "Hanig's Slipper" shoe store, determined to find a new pair of waterproof- perhaps even slightly stylish boots. With the realization that my socks were completely sopping wet, I had planned on just peeling them off and asking for those little "footie" nylon things, but when I sat to try on boots, recollected I actually had tights on too, under my socks, which were drenched, and attached at my midsection. Therefore a permanent obstacle to this operation. Regretfully, I tried them on anyway, trying to double up on the footies to soak up some of the wetness. I slipped my foot into each boot with lightning speed so as not to moisten up the inside of the boot for future try-er on-ers, which was a less than successful approach. I realized I needed to put my decision making skills to the test and decide quickly, to conclude this shady and soppy shopping excursion. I think I picked a suitable boot, to-boot!

The most endearing portion of this day occurred on my way home from Hanig's Slipper, where I saw a little girl licking a snowball. We are in Chicago, and this little child was licking a snowball, comprised of precipitation that had landed on the streets of Lincoln Park, of which she was now ingesting. Her parents either oblivious or simply cool with it.

Later in the evening, I went out to see a Musical Improv show, and upon my return home, was so hungry that I decided I would make the "Wacky Mac" mac-n-cheese that was on sale for .99 at World Market. Oh boy was I excited, until I dumped the noodles out and a little worm flew out and landed on my counter top. There he was, wriggling and inching along. A little worm. A worm. Okay, well thankfully, my roomie April came home and intervened, stopping me from eating the wacky mac, and insisting that we dispose of the garbage can that the worm was now in, as it was a maggot and would eventually turn into a fly or have more babies. Now bidding a goodnight to my first Chicago Winter's Day.