by admin
I fell into bed around 6:30pm last night and did not get up until 6am this morning. Oh sure, I woke up at 1am, 1:27am, 4am, 4:25am(at which point I seriously wondered if my alarm clock was broken and taking 20 actual minutes per 1 clock minute), and 5-something-am. I woke up long enough to check the time and re-snuggle up with Abacus the cat. Thank you migraine, for once again bringing out the Rip Van Winkle in me.
So many disjointed, fantastic and unsettling dreams. Things like attending high school at my old elementary school, and bumming a ride with my sister to get there because she is the art teacher. Getting in another car and becoming upset because I (seriously) LEFT MY RIGHT ARM ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER. I realized this when I looked down and found an empty socket, sleeve being pulled at by the breeze. My first missing limb dream.
Before my sleep-themed evening and right after work, K. and I went out to Aldi’s to grab some groceries. The bank account is feeling bruised and I needed food on the cheap–buying lunch every day at work adds up. So yes, Aldi’s. My first experience. We pretty much loved it. My favorite things: to use a cart, you have to deposit a quarter into the lockbox attached to the handle of it; nearly zero brand name products which is surprisingly refreshing and easy on the eyes; the allure and intrigue of going to a new place with products you aren’t familiar with. K. and I wanted to pick up and look at everything, which we pretty much did with a scientist eye squint and inquisitive digits. We were being cute. A mother strolled by with two kids–one of the little boys slapped each product they were passing with a run-on exclamation of, “And this…and this…AND this…and THIS–” until he ran right into my stomach(as I was standing there eyeballing the cinnamon grahams). He looked up at me and smiled, saying, “Oh I’m sorry!” and continued on.
The not-so favorite moment: the bag rule. At Aldi’s you bring your own. We were not aware of this. So I had to ask for two of their bags, and K. only had her tiny canvas purse-thing, so we were both bagging our groceries badly, giggling in the corner for way too long. “Not a word of this moment to anyone,” I mumbled. She agreed.
Yet here I am, telling it.
Today is a long day in Oakland. First work, then perhaps some coffee and scribbling to kill time ’til the open mic at Sphinx Cafe(if you are reading this and will be in the Oakland area around 8pm, I suggest coming). Renee is featuring tonight and I’m quite excited about that.
I have more to say, I do. I really do. All in due time. For now, this fragmented and irrelevant bundle of brief rambling will have to do.