Posts Tagged ‘Bread Co’
I know I said I was going to tell you about Don, and I’m not breaking my promise yet, but the conversation has faded in my mind and I can’t just dash it off anymore. That’s what happens when you procrastinate. Now I’ll have to reconstruct it and dream up the particular turns of phrase I don’t remember. Bah. Sounds like work to me! (This might be why I don’t write fiction, yeah?)
This is just a quick one, in honor of being back on my morning schedule. I’m not even going to proofread, so there. I don’t know what happened to my sleep for a while; I was under the weather. It’s still a bit off, thanks to last night’s hurricane force winds, but I’m up. Also, I know I tend to overuse the semi-colon, but it’s my favorite punctuation mark, so, you know. Anyway, I have been writing lately, just not to you (I mean, unless it was), and not to the wind, and not yet to be self-published. Night-time writing is different than day-time writing, let’s just be clear.
Let’s see, what else? Bread Co appears to have been fine in my absence. Guy-who-stands-up-to-work is dressed much more casually than usual. I hope he’s feeling all right. Maybe he has a cold, but probably he just woke up late. Maybe he went to the gym first, that being a thing that people do who are not me. I never go to the gym before doing something. Or after doing something. I mean, if “managing by walking around” is an accepted strategy, why not exercising by walking around? Which is what I am doing this morning. Without an umbrella. Ha! Does your gym have RAIN? I thought not.
Best tee-shirt of the morning thus far? “Pastor Carl’s Painting With Love (314) 555-1212.”
In recent events, October needs to just settle down and stop being so wily. It appears to be a month of change everyone, or at any rate, urgent texting, phone calling, emailing, messaging, and drinking coffee and wine about potential or impending or desired or unwanted change, which, in our current environment, is very nearly indicative of actual change itself. Oh, little electronic devices. No, I’m not telling you the details of other people’s lives! Are you crazy? Do you want everyone to stop talking to me? Sigh.
I’ve done some stuff – school projects, went to a concert, and a comedy show taping – but I’m bored of talking about it? There was an aging teacher on stage participating in an old school dance contest, which I could describe to you for an hour, but I just don’t have it in me. I mean, I just used the word “participating” there. Sorry. I got a sweet card from my mom yesterday, which I’m mentioning in case I forget to mention it to her personally in a timely fashion and she reads this first. Thanks Mom!
I had a video to post for you today, but I failed to scan something before leaving the house, and now I can’t show you how this one Regina Spektor video relates to strange loops, or at least not as well, so you’ll have to wait. This would have been a much better blog post had I gone that route though.
The dude at the table near me finds his newspaper so very funny that I’m going to have to move to MoKaBe’s.
That is all.