Wintery Pungency
It's snowing again.
Which means it's time for pungent wintery bums to congregate inside subway cars.
On my way back from a doctor's appointment this morning I walked into an A train car containing no less than three extremely pungent bedraggled individuals with shopping cards overflowing with garbagey looking items.
Bleh!
The station at Fulton Street was flaunting its usual charms. There was a four-inch-deep puddle across the floor inside the station, complete with active waterfall from piping above. There was a bucket, which had been set there maybe as a sad-clown joke to catch the water, but which had long since been filled to overflow. Next to the bucket was one single yellow sign, which read: "CAUTION. WET FLOOR."
I imagined putting a wet floor sign up by a swampy outdoor area or a lake. I was thankful I was not the person who had been charged with cleaning the Fulton Street Station floors. Though, truthfully, I am doubtful that any human being has ever been charged with that task.
At the doctor's it was noted that my hands and ankles were swollen. I was cautioned again to eat fewer starches and more protein, to exercise more, and to try consuming natural diuretics such as parsley and melon (who knew?).Brian bought me a body pillow, which I really love. It surrounds me almost entirely, and I refer to it as my "pregnant lady cage". I recommend it whole-heartedly, unless, of course, one ever aspires to get out of bed. Rolling over has become quite a challenge these days, and the pregnant lady cage doesn't make it any easier.
Back in early December we visited our friends Clare and Stephen in Baltimore. It seems like I never mentioned it. But I did take some pictures. It's taken me a while to post them. Here they are (click to view album):
I can't wait for tomorrow, when I don't have to leave the house at all. YES!