Spring time flustering

I have to write something here tonight since I just wrote in my other two blogs, and I want to accomplish the triple crown, or triple play, or hat trick...trifecta perhaps. I also wanted a chance to use whereof, a word whereof I know little but noticed in some writing this morning and decided it needed a normal sprinkling with the other slightly arcane or formal words that I promote. Is there a word for someone who uses or tries to reintroduce arcane words into English? Of course there must be.

On to more pressing topics--events that occur outwith my noggin--the coming of spring. She has certainly sprung; my Where's Waldo? or Harry Potter wool yellow/maroon striped scarf went into hibernation at the ice rink and my Cubavera, the Cuban take on Guayabera, with its short sleeves and flowery flaming patterns now grace my boney shoulders. Anyone who knows me has heard my predliction for winter, at least here in California, where rain and cool weather make the hills green and everthing beautiful. Summer means dead grass and predictible boring weather, "Fog clearing in the morning with temperatures reaching the mid seventies." My problem with the warmer half of the year is the pressure that it brings, not atmospheric but social. Warm weather doesn't exactly say "go flop down on the couch and finish that ebook on your iphone." It pushes me to get myself outside and somehow simultaneously exercise, absorb nature, socialize with strangers, and possibly curse at drivers who don't understand their inferiority to all creatures that operate under their own power. With some good preparation, I can accomplish some socializing and recreating, but not necessarily at 5pm after work when I haven't planned anything. So I have to wander the neighborhood feeling that I'm missing out and unprepared, while glasses clink on the bar patios and spandexed bikers race through traffic (chacun à son gout.)

I know there's something good about having high social, intellectual, and emotional expectations of myself. And I know that feeling frustrated socially is a great impetus for drawing a new lot and progressing through a world full of opportunity. Thus when I do get a little peeved on a day like this, it's because it's too nice to sit and read, too nice to go to the gym, and the activities worthy of the day are out of reach for me. I accept the perturbance as something I've felt time and time before, and vow to have the calendar filled in the future, or find some more friends that I won't be afraid to call for spur of the moment play time.

It's good and dark now and I've exhausted my brain and tickled my emotions with a bit of blogging. I have a feeling my legs still want to run over a hill but they'll have to wait for game 1 of Oakland Ice Center Adult Hockey Silver B playoffs tomorrow evening (very free admission.) In the meantime I will do a rain dance to my scarf and we'll pray together for a little more wet and cold before the lush green grasses gild, just for procrastination's sake.