{"id":15734,"date":"2006-12-15T08:49:00","date_gmt":"2006-12-15T13:49:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/hameblog\/2006\/12\/15\/waving-goodbye-with-both-hands\/"},"modified":"2025-09-12T07:49:46","modified_gmt":"2025-09-12T10:49:46","slug":"waving-goodbye-with-both-hands","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/2006\/12\/15\/waving-goodbye-with-both-hands\/","title":{"rendered":"Waving goodbye with both hands"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I lost my gloves.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m tempted to think I haven&#8217;t, because they&#8217;re <i>both<\/i> gone, but they&#8217;re not at Lisa&#8217;s and they&#8217;re not at work, which means they&#8217;re probably riding around and around on a TTC streetcar. I imagine them holding each other.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>I haven&#8217;t been wearing them much this trip because it&#8217;s so warm. Of course, the natural tendency is to jump to the conclusion that the warmth is freakish and <i>meaningful<\/i>, but maybe it&#8217;s just warm.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a stark contrast to my last December visit, though. I remember one night last year, stepping over snowbanks and piles of slush with inch-big, wet snowflakes hitting me in the face as I walked to my favourite restaurant to meet my editor (only to discover that it was closed). This morning as I walked to work, the sky was a bright pastel blaze behind the overexposed city skyline.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>Big things are happening at work, and in the evenings I&#8217;m visiting with friends (friends are good; conversation is good).<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<div class=\"blogger-post-footer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1\" height=\"1\" src=\"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-content\/uploads\/posts\/963\/waving-goodbye-with-both-hands0.jpg.webp\" alt=\"\"><\/div><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I lost my gloves. I&#8217;m tempted to think I haven&#8217;t, because they&#8217;re both gone, but they&#8217;re not at Lisa&#8217;s and they&#8217;re not at work, which means they&#8217;re probably riding around and around on a TTC streetcar. I imagine them holding each other. I haven&#8217;t been wearing them much this trip because it&#8217;s so warm. Of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15734","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15734","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15734"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15734\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15734"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15734"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/hame.ink\/blether\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15734"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}