So, just spent the evening with the Tardis and David Tennant--sort of. I've been enjoying surfing the DWO site and PM'ing two friends, watching a bit of The Runaway Bride as well. Nothing like a "trip" in the Tardis to make you forget the less wonderful side of one's day (more about that, later). But anyhow, I've been having a blast--a friend turned me on to this site called "UTube" Or something like that--couldn't get it before, with my dodgy old dial-up service--slower than maple syrup in the deep freeze--but now I can, and it's been wonderful! I watched some Doctor Who bloopers, and had a good few laughs. Then I found some clips of David Tennant, which were very interesting. Then, another Doctor Who Online person directed me to some print interviews from the show, which I enjoyed reading as well. I love the line that Anthony Head said, regarding acting against Mr. Tennant in School Reunion--he said that Mr. Tennant was nice to work with, but "odd" when he was in character as the Doctor. Funny, I thought Scotsmen were born odd--:crazy: I mean, who calls trousers "breeks?" And I won't even get started on the kilt thing. :p Just kidding, don't anybody go throwing any hagis's at me. 88|:))

Well, a relaxing evening, and nice and quiet as well. Love my peace and quiet...comes naturally, I suppose, all those hours I spent hanging in the fields and woods with my dogs, when I was a young adult, quietly observing and absorbing, reading poetry and R.W. Emerson's "Essays," singing (trust me, outside of the shower, the woods were the only safe place for a voice like mine), birdwatching, tree-hugging, all that sort of nonesense. But, anyone who's spent any sort of time out in nature, will tell you that you really do learn the wonder of silence. Of course, with that wonder, comes the very real feelings of contentment and serenity. Through all of my sorrows and hurts and troubles, the one thing I can say that I've been blessed with, and, will always carry a little of inside me--are those blessed moments of tranquility, when I was wandering over my wee bit of fields and woods in the Upper Hudson Valley. It really was pure magic.

I sometimes get these odd e-mails from people I don't even know--got one today from someone responding to something ancient that I'd posted years ago, and long since forgotten about. Seems this person wants me to correspond with him...ummm---and his name is given only as "Bruno." He wants to "get to know" me better. Huh??? :roll: Okay--from long-term exposure to New York Italians--both for real and on telly, this is the picture I have in my head of what this "Bruno" guy looks like:

Well, had a lot of snarky poodle wives again, today. Yeah, you know, "I wear the pants in the family, and the Y-fronts as well," types. One woman I called, and asked politely, as usual, if I may speak to the guy who was the club member. "No, you can't!" Okaaay---I asked when the man might be available to speak with. "What do you want him for?" she yipped at me. I calmly explained that he was a member of the ____club and I needed to speak to him regarding his membership. "Well, you can't! He's not here anymore!" She snarled. A bit confused now, I asked if he was still living at that address. "No! He isn't! He died three months ago!"

This is where I roll my eyes and wish to heaven I was British or Canadian or Dutch--anything but American! Why in heavens name can't these daft people just say, "Sorry he's deceased." Sorry, wrong number," etc.? Man! My fellow countrymen (and women) really scare the pants off of me, sometimes. |-|

Today wasn't a fun day, weatherwise, either. We didn't get the snow--just sleet and freezing rain--mostly freezing rain. Right now, as I speak, there's about half and inch to an inch of ice coating every single blessed thing, outside...every single branch on every single tree, powerlines, cars, grass, untreated car parks and sidewalks--it's a real mess...everything's just simply encased in a clear sheath of ice. I had to take a cab to and from work--may have to do that again tommorrow as well. Not very good on the ice, you see...a bit like an elephant on roller skates, a three-legged dog walking on hot coals, a tight-rope walker with an oiled rope--as I said to a friend, earlier, help me out here, I'm running out of metaphors! ;)

Actually, in a way, it's also very pretty--once you're safely indoors to view it, that is. The orange streetlamp outside my window, is shining through the locust tree branches--making them look like a glass cobweb. Very beautiful.