Yep, I’m back at school again, this time teaching a three and a half week winter session course. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I’d rather be lazily reading, writing, and bicycling instead. Due to this resistant attitude, I spent my morning getting a massage and then stopping by a music store with S., who needed to do little to get me to shell out for a ukelele. Yeah, it’s time to pick up a new hobby, and besides, a ukelele is small. I could take it camping on my bicycle. But alas, it was finally time to get myself to school, and S. kindly dropped me and my bicycle there. And guess what? It felt good to be back, and the students all seemed bright and charming and engaged–yeah, it’s time to teach another class. After work I pulled on another pair of tights, changed my shoes, adjusted my front brakes, put on a hat and gloves, and headed home. Winter is here, and just to prove it, Nature tossed a few light snow flurries my way and up my nose as I pedaled through Arbutus. I stopped to snap a picture of Salon Nine-E–surely “Ninety” at some point–at the odd intersection of Beechfield, West, and Ridge. Even in the suburbs you’ve got the occasional boarded-up house or business, but this one looks like it’s from long ago, with that old-tyme font and color. This building reminds me of the little white one on the corner of Charles and 26th, right on the railroad tracks, these odd structures that stand alone out of place. It’s the kind of place where if you lived there, folks would say, “Oh, yes, she’s the one who lives in that little place.” But I don’t live there, and I had a long way to go, so I continued my ride, pedaling hard with hopes that would warm me up, taking Hollins as far as I could–Union Square, you are cuuute–and then up through West Baltimore to Mt. Vernon and up the hill. It did, and it didn’t. Winter. It’s going to take some getting used to. And more socks.