It’s tempting to just fall back every day on my Forgotten English desk calendar, whether or not the phrases it defines are especially apt or not. Especially when it’s a phrase like today’s — “beans are in flower,” which was apparently “a suggested explanation for a person’s stupidity.” The thinking being that “it was formerly believed that the scent of the flowering bean induced stupidity in the recipient of it.” There wasn’t a whole lot of evident stupidity in my day — bean-induced or not — but it’s good a phrase not to share.
What there was a lot of today, however, was snow. No real accumulation, just a wet and dreary sludge. It meant I couldn’t take my usual walk around Manhattan at lunchtime, and also that I had to be careful about not slipping into a messy puddle on my way home. In the past hour or so, it seems to have turned more into snow than rain, so we might get they the three to five inches they’re predicting for overnight. Still, my commute tonight wasn’t so terrible — and a lot better than most, judging by tonight’s evening news. A man was even killed by a falling tree in Central Park. We’ll see what it looks like tomorrow.
And that’s about it, really.