empty growling gut life
all i can do is eat watermelon. it's so fresh and cold and refreshing. but one fills up on it so quickly and then one goes back to feeling hot, stuffy and anxious. i bought the watermelon of my own yesterday at kin's. i didn't look at anything else (i need new fruit and have no vegetbles) just picked up the watermelon and walked over to the counter and bought it. yesterday i came home from a hard day at work and fell asleep down on the ratty couch in the cool basement with dr. phil on. i woke up to frasier and a skunk smell. everything smelled like skunk and i couldn't get over it to get back to sleep, so i got up and went upstairs, only to see pete. i turned on oprah and soon karey and pete joined me. pete started in on his usual annoying things to say when oprah is on. i was feeling grumpy and tired and everything that came out of my mouth towards pete was rude and or unfriendly. Even when i couldn't stand sitting in the heat any longer and got up to go do some errands and pete said "where did you say you were going?" "i didn't say." i said. "laura..." "what?" "you know what." said karey. i reigned in the horribleness that was leaking out and said mildly "i'm going to the mall to do a few small errands." and walked out. at the mall i was too embarrassed to bring my sunglasses into any glasses store. everytime i went in one, it was busy and no one looked at me and there was no where to stand to wait for help, so i wandered arouind the mall looking for black's photography which used to be there but apparently isn't anymore. i did get my conditioner though. i brought my ring, but was definitely not up to going into a nice jewelry store with my cheap ring and asking them to fix it, expecially looking the way i did yesterday with tired and frazzled hair and i clothes i was unhappy in. insides showing on the outsides. i finally had enough courage to go into the sunglass hut and ask for help. she fixed them for me quite readily and at no charge. now i forget to take them with me. i ate at quiznos, bought a julius and came home. i felt like i didn't belong there. i was having one of those days.
choir class was really good. we had to do all these voice exercizes, and learned all this interesting stuff. brother roder and his wife really do teach it like a class, and i like it all the more. after choir i helped karey cut up watermelon and take the icecream float stuff out. after the mosquitos showed up, i didn't stay long.
fatima and i talked until one. well she talked, i fell asleep suddenly twice. she only had one hour to sleep before having to get up and get ready for today's wedding.
i woke up at nine. apparently our neighbour was breaking up his concrete lawn with a very loud machine since 8:30 in the morning. karey and sarita and heather were all mad about it. i hadn't heard it and found it slightly amusing. i suppose it reminded me of dad and his early morning noisy projects and mrs. taylor gently reminding him of the 8:30 noise bylaw.
karey and i went garage sailing. i had hoped to make it to some promising ones on commerial, but karey was wilting in the heat. however i did find some good classic books in good condition. karey bought a shovel for 5 bucks (i thought it was too much, but she didn't attempt a haggle. that guy was asking high prices for everything. one of those.), and some clothes for her neices, and some kids books, and a bbq cook book and some lights for our walk in the garden. at 12 we were done, and stoped for a slurpee. there were two girls in there and one was very loud, talking on her cell, talking to her friend. she kept saying things like "i'm sorry! i'm still drunk!" she was annoying but it was kind of amusing when she came to the counter and said "hi how are you?!" with much exuberance to the clerk. she then started sounding out his name over and over. "azim. azzzim. aZIM.... i like it!" poor azim.
since then i've been reading one of my new books. it's the sad hopeless kind. why are there so many of those these days?
i'm going to go do something with this bundle of hay on my head.
choir class was really good. we had to do all these voice exercizes, and learned all this interesting stuff. brother roder and his wife really do teach it like a class, and i like it all the more. after choir i helped karey cut up watermelon and take the icecream float stuff out. after the mosquitos showed up, i didn't stay long.
fatima and i talked until one. well she talked, i fell asleep suddenly twice. she only had one hour to sleep before having to get up and get ready for today's wedding.
i woke up at nine. apparently our neighbour was breaking up his concrete lawn with a very loud machine since 8:30 in the morning. karey and sarita and heather were all mad about it. i hadn't heard it and found it slightly amusing. i suppose it reminded me of dad and his early morning noisy projects and mrs. taylor gently reminding him of the 8:30 noise bylaw.
karey and i went garage sailing. i had hoped to make it to some promising ones on commerial, but karey was wilting in the heat. however i did find some good classic books in good condition. karey bought a shovel for 5 bucks (i thought it was too much, but she didn't attempt a haggle. that guy was asking high prices for everything. one of those.), and some clothes for her neices, and some kids books, and a bbq cook book and some lights for our walk in the garden. at 12 we were done, and stoped for a slurpee. there were two girls in there and one was very loud, talking on her cell, talking to her friend. she kept saying things like "i'm sorry! i'm still drunk!" she was annoying but it was kind of amusing when she came to the counter and said "hi how are you?!" with much exuberance to the clerk. she then started sounding out his name over and over. "azim. azzzim. aZIM.... i like it!" poor azim.
since then i've been reading one of my new books. it's the sad hopeless kind. why are there so many of those these days?
i'm going to go do something with this bundle of hay on my head.
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