Saturday, June 25, 2011

That once meant something to me but now it's beside the point.

I'm sure this place was advertised as "just off the highway", which means it's actually next to the highway, like I can count the cars as they pass and would be able to tell you the type of car if I were the kind of person that knew those things. The sun is hot already at 8 am and I'm wearing flip flops with a silk flower on top because in this place I don't care. I actually find some kind of comfort in being super normal. I'm failing at that though, because there's a middle aged couple in the breakfast room and they peer over their newspapers at me with little concealed judgement. Is my dress too short? Of course it is, and my hair's "weird", and I'm not taking my sunglasses off, because my eyes hurt, so I guess my attempt at average and decent is pushed off for a later date.

Friday, June 24, 2011

I'm sharing a double decker bus with 5 other people.

I left extra time to get coffee before the bus came, like a real person. This is something that has never come naturally to me, leaving a time cushion to make a trip more comfortable. I run to catch trains and buses with remarkable regularity. Anyways, it was with great pride that I walked into the cafe, filling up a cup with hot coffee despite the soaring temperature outside. I read once that people in the Middle East drink hot tea because it takes more energy for the body to heat up cold liquid than to cool down hot liquid (or something). I never fact checked this but I think of it every time, plus iced coffee disappears in about five minutes. I grabbed a bagel and little pot of cream cheese to eat on the bus.

I had a knife, but once I opened the container of cream cheese I was transported immediately back to high school, when my daily breakfast was a bagel dipped in cream cheese before each bite. It was $1.10, $1.35 if I elected to get a carton of chocolate milk, which I usually did. I still like that method of distributing the topping; it allows the cool cream to start every mouthful, which is somehow more satisfying than the traditional spread-on-top technique.

I like eating with my fingers. Obviously I'm fooling myself into thinking a little trip planning makes me an adult. Not even close!

from 5.29.11

the early morning light is starting to turn green blue; i hear some foreign chirping animal. a bird? it just stopped its incessant noise.

started again. so cheerful. it's a string approximation, a back and forth waxing and waning of some message that i will never understand. i do a little though. it's contentment. can you believe i'm in love?