Vernal Dreams

It's cold, and I seem to have instantly caught a friend's cold. Within hours of seeing her. It's a new record.

The city offers bits of color to keep us company, and the daffodils bloom early at the bodegas, and there is good Mexican food in little places where the menu is on a big board, and next to the listing of "hard shell tacos," it says "for gringos and our Texan friends."

So when I order my tacos I feel the need to specify that I want soft ones, so they don't assume and bring me the crispy kind.

But it's still so cold. Every time I go outside I seem to be underdressed, even when I am consciously trying to dress more warmly than the weather forecast calls for. Everyone's cats are shedding despite the low mercury, and I was wondering today whether they might have the power to bring the mild temperatures on. And Annabelle wrote me that she hopes I don't have cause to wear my legwarmers, even though she is sorry about that.

I don't know what else to tell you. I hardly left the house this weekend; I had so much work. These photos are from a marathon photography walk a couple of weeks ago. I took nearly 300 photos in a couple of hours, and am still sorting through them.

Strangely, they have cheered me up a little, with their bright colors and sudden surprises. There were art fairs this weekend, lots of them, and I wasn't able to go, but now I feel like I have seen a bit of that, just from looking at images of the glorious and strange city.

I now have ten inches of legwarmer done. Will I finish them before spring really arrives? Tune in next time, same bat channel.