I had to mail a few packages today, which meant that I had to actually go up to Carter after my meetings there were over. I would not have done this otherwise, because today is Cold and Wet like a snivelling ugly child on your doorstep, and that back corner of Carter between the mailroom basement entrance and the north side of Mills is the windiest spot on the face of the Earth and probably a couple of other planets.
So I put on my down vest (yay) and my impervious raincoat (yay) and headed up the pebbly walkway, clutching my packages underneath my down vest and appearing malformed with a severe tic to boot as I tried to keep said packages from falling out of my convulsive grasp.
"Indeed," I thought as I approached Carter, "This truly is the windiest spot on earth: I have not told a lie; and also truly, this impervious raincoat isn't worth diddlysquat under these circumstances. I will bend my head downward to keep the vicious wind from jealously stealing my breath away."
I looked down. I stepped over the rivulet of gray water running down from the direction of the BEST office. A few feet away a puddle of iridescent oil-and-water was thinly spreading over the concrete. I stepped in it, because it was too wide to walk over, and as I continued to hike toward the mailroom, I left little rainbows behind me in every footprint.
Posted by tuggy at 11.11.04 18:11Covenant could make a fortune by licensing to NASA the area between Mills and Carter for a wind tunnel. It's true. I've always said so. I guess they're just scared of affluence.
Posted by: mott at 11.11.04 18:39walking through there is kind of cool some days, kind of like I would imagine flying to be--really windy, but you can see a long way. Not most days, though.
Posted by: linnea at 11.11.04 20:26That's how I feel about the rain tonight too. It was dreary earlier today...then suddenly took on an air of...romance.
Posted by: Evan Donovan at 11.11.04 23:45I'm sitting here trying to imagine whether or not I would find flying to be romantic... Well, yeah, I guess so. I've always thought that the spot in question was like time travel or something. There's this great big vertical tree right smackdab between the two buildings, and a rock. Sometimes I stand there at night, feeling symbolic and listening to the winds (for there are many) rush past my ears. Then I usually go sit in the psychology lab, drink something warm and ponder in an armchair.
I think this post is telling me that wind-listening-hot-beverage-drinking-armshair-sitting-universe-pondering season has opened again up on campus. Expect me any day now.
Posted by: bob at 11.12.04 15:09armchair! i meant armchair!
armshair is something different. i have some, should anyone like to compare the two concepts.
Posted by: bob, who rereads his comments after posting them at 11.12.04 15:11Armshair! HAHAHAHHAAA
Actually, it's not a funny thing for some people. Once a little girl asked a female relative of mine why she had hair on her arms "like a man does." Said female relative was quite disheartened at this query.
One of the things I'm looking forward to about heaven is that we'll get to see how beautiful we are.
Posted by: tuggy at 11.14.04 00:10I thought women did have hair on their arms. Anyways, it never bothered me one way or the other...
Posted by: edonovan at 11.15.04 02:59Yes, but darker/thicker hair is not seen as so feminine, I guess.
Posted by: tuggy at 11.15.04 18:53