Sunday, July 10, 2005 Nothing's gonna change my world
Market report: This morning I was impulse-buying some plums, because the handwritten sign on the box said "sweet!". A ten year old boy had just taken my money and was slowly, carefully pulling a plastic bag around the top of the little carton they came in, then upending the carton, then tying the bag. A woman came up on my left while I was watching the kid, and said, "Those little plums--have you had them before? Are they really sweet?" I told her I was gambling, and the kid smiled down at the bag of plums and said that they were really good. I gambled again and ate one on the way home, without washing it or anything, because Laura Ingalls Wilders never washed her produce. It was good.
A man who sold me some green beans wanted to talk about cats for a while. He saw my tattoo of a cat in the puffy-tail arched-back pose that my family used to call "Halloweening", and said that one of his cats did that all the time. His cat's name was Boots, I think he said. "We don't go looking for cats," he said. "We just get them."
"It happens a lot of farms: cats just appear," a woman working next to him said.
I've been thinking more than ever about cherishing normalcy and pleasantness. It holds me back, sometimes. I feel like this is enough, and there's no need to strive for anything else. Did you see that? I just spun total laziness to look inspirational. Climb my mountain, the internet. I have so much wisdom for you.
I am tempted to sleep right now, but I have my Sunday disease of being too excited about minor things. How can I sleep? My cantaloupe vine is growing. Cara-u-star the sunflower needs to be propped up if she's ever going to win against the rival sunflowers. Things! Stuff! Dogs! Weather! Cats just appear!
I'll sleep when I'm paid to, which will start Monday and Tuesday, when I do that study. I'm not really looking forward to it, but you know, sometimes one does things. Sometimes one squanders all her money on big-ticket items like plums, for example, and so the consequence is that one has to sleep while getting a lot of attention. I bet I'll be great. I can sleep any one of you under the table. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 7/10/2005 11:28:00 AM
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