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More sluggards
Feb. 13th, 2005 01:31 pmWent out to the City Forest for today's ski run, found that my tax dollars were not _yet_ at work. Or at least not at work there -- they hadn't plowed out the parking lot. Imagine, if you will, the kind of bureaucracy that doesn't put the ski tour parking lot near the top of the priority list for plowing after two feet of snow. Really, this is sad.
But the trails, ah, the trails. The park benches now show as mere lumps in the snow. If you try to plant your ski pole outside the packed trail, it sinks out of sight. Distance signs that were above my head now come across at chest level. And the spruces and pines and firs wear penitentio hoods of snow.
Roads fall apart. The center cannot hold, the best lack all conviction while the worst are full of passionate potholes. Or some such abominable transmigration of poetry.
4 miles, 55 minutes
But the trails, ah, the trails. The park benches now show as mere lumps in the snow. If you try to plant your ski pole outside the packed trail, it sinks out of sight. Distance signs that were above my head now come across at chest level. And the spruces and pines and firs wear penitentio hoods of snow.
Roads fall apart. The center cannot hold, the best lack all conviction while the worst are full of passionate potholes. Or some such abominable transmigration of poetry.
4 miles, 55 minutes
