1 32 pm est   [ heavenly confetti ]

Happy St. Paddy's day! I woke up late after a fitful night's sleep. I laid in bed and watched the snow swirl down from above -- heavenly confetti. I watched for so long the wall began to crawl upward. I ate up a bowl of cereal and put on my favorite heavy coat -- my rainbow coat. I took a dress to the tailor's. I heard distant bagpipes and so many horns one could only assume the entirety of New York City was in a traffic jam.

After the alterations had been pinned, I headed for the parade. I have to train myself to not think about picking things up; everything in Manhattan gets delivered. The snow came down heavier and heavier and I found a spot to watch. Myriad men marched by in their uniforms. The bagpipes were my favorite. The cheerleaders and drill teams in the short skirts were the most unhappy. You couldn't find a single smile amongst them.

There wasn't a single female amidst the uniformed officers and firemen. Come to think of it, I didn't spot any minorities either, but I wasn't looking. I delighted in the music-makers, marching to their own beat, skirts swaying. I giggled at the humor of humanity.

I began walking home when the parade broke again to let traffic through. I though about the last time I saw snow.

[A woman on television just said, "Chauffeur seduction -- don't you forget that."]

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