Enthusiastick Journal

Remember back when I used to blog every weekday? Yeah, me too. Heh. Good times. Maybe I will again after the new year.

Man, I have got the cold that just won't quit. Its been two weeks now, and while its not exactly still going strong, I'm still rocking a dry cough from deep in my chest every night when I go to bed and every morning when I wake up. This is one reason I have not yet recorded my vocals for sing_along_club (and, as a side note, if you haven't joined up yet, do it now!) I may not have any illusions about my ability to sing well, but I'm vain enough to at least want to be able to breath deeply without coughing while I do so.

The afternoon/evening snow storm has left Boston coated in a blanket of white that is, admittedly, quite pretty. I'm still woefully unprepared for it, though. Getting ready for Winter is one of those "being grown up" things I still haven't quite got the knack of yet. My boots fell apart this Spring and I haven't yet replaced them, so I'm currently wearing these black rubber galosh pull-over things over my sneakers. My Winter coat is still packed away with some nice sweaters, all of which I've been meaning to take to the dry cleaners for over a month. In short, its a good thing the temperature got up over freezing today, or I might be in real trouble.

(Don't get me started on the fact that my car is thoroughly snowed in and doesn't have snow tires on it, and won't until shortly before Christmas, when I go home to CT and retrieve them. I fail at planning.)

I have a problem with snow boots. On the one hand you have my LARP sensibilities: I want everything I own to be functional, durable, and designed along classic lines that either look like they might be period, or at the very least don't draw attention to themselves as ostentatiously modern. On the other hand I have the world's most superheated feet (I sleep with them sticking out from under the blankets and sheets in all but the coldest of weather) so most warm winter boots with lining leave me feeling like my toes are roasting. And I hate waterproofed hiking boots when used as a stand-in for snow boots. What the cock is that shit?

My father has a pair of truly awesome snowboots from back in the day, all stompy and rubber-soled and glorious. And because they're his, they're something like a full size too big for me, which means my feet don't get too warm in them -- I can cinch the laces tight around the ankles so they don't flop all over the place and they keep the moisture out, but still have plenty of wiggle room for my actual feet. I've been tempted to steal them for years but I doubt he would appreciate it.

Maybe I should just buy some big rubber rain boots, like the kind you would put on an eight-year-old. That's not weird, is it?