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Up with the sun, although I never really went to sleep. Not my choice, either, due to neighborhood noise. Went on a mission. Doing something to help someone. I found out what I needed to know. Made two trips to the place in question. Tried to solve the problem but it seemed like more supplies would be needed.
Unfortunately, the night before, up working late on this, I pushed "Reply All" for the first time in my life. Fuck. I will just have to go on. It didn't help that someone else was off-track and wasted my attention.
I did some stuff that was challenging behind this. I climbed three flights of stairs twice. I haven't been able to climb three flights of stairs in years, due to physical issues. I went home. I dusted off something I might need. I went to somewhere to get some related supplies. They didn't really have what I seem to need. It's hard to know exactly what is needed. God is helping me.
I decided I could not do anything more about this today. My supply run happened to coincide with a farmer's market so I picked up a few things. Unfortunately the last time I was there everything was rotten so it took a lot of walking to scope out all of the stuff. Only a few things were o.k. A new bakery had cropped up nearby so I had to go look at it. It was closed. It looks like a hipster/gourmet Japanese bakery/confectionary. So yeah. . . The French bakery was open. At 7:30 am. it was full of people buying Mother's Day stuff. I got a Fuji apple turnover, a chocolate chip cookie, Italian sweetbread ($8.75!) and decaf black currant tea. I thought I needed a reward. I keep wanting that bakery to work for me, but it really is too pricey and uses too much butter. So now, I can have yuzu truffles at the Japanese hipster bakery. Whatever those are. If you're on a mission with me, there's going to be breaks to check out farmer's markets and bakeries. You might as well get used to that.
I sat at a metal table outdoors, drank my tea and ate my turnover. Driving home I noticed I a mango that had rolled into the gutter from someone's yard. It was on busy street with no parking. I went around the block and stopped in a driveway to get it, but it was a rotten tangerine because I stopped at the wrong house. I was faked out by a fruit imposter. I was running out of gas so I went home. I'll do almost anything to get good fruit. Where I live you almost have to.
At home I dozed off watching T.V. I got up and put on four kinds of sunblock, and went to Chinatown to get some herbs. I had minutes until the herb shops closed. I had to go to the fucked up gas station. It's a national corporation, but something is wrong with that location. Predictably, the pump got stuck "waiting for authorization." I went inside the mini-store where the cashier is to clear it up. The guy in front of me was paying with spare change. YOU'RE KIDDING ME! Eventually I got out of there and on my way.
Once in Chinatown. I threaded my car into a challenging space over shards of broken glass on the pavement. A homeless couple was trying to rest in a doorway. The herb shop next door was closed. It said it was open 9:00-1:00 Monday through Saturday. Why did I remember being there on Sunday? I went to the next pay lot next to the next herb shop. A man with a flower behind his ear gave me his ticket with some time remaining, wishing me a "Happy Mother's Day." I popped into the herb shop three minutes 'til it closing. The woman there remembered me. I bought jujubes and rose buds. I re-gifted my parking stub to a large Samoan woman. She said, "Thanks. Happy Mother's Day."
It felt good to be about my business. I'm not normally. Years of sleep deprivation are one of the reasons. What seem to be insurmountable problems are another. Today I was though.
I came to a large mall. For some reason I had turned my car radio to the college station. The D.J. said, "Carpe Diem." and played a strange song that said, "Seize the day, death is coming." Should I have done more? I haven't even climbed three flights of stairs in years. I went up them twice today. Was this The Day? I thought I already showed unusual courage. I did my best according to what I could figure out. I hope it's enough.
I got some Chinese food. The cashier gave me an extra rice cake and said, "Happy Mother's Day." My salt and pepper shrimp were seriously undercooked and my choi sum was mostly stems but I ate them. Then I came to where I am now.
Unfortunately, the night before, up working late on this, I pushed "Reply All" for the first time in my life. Fuck. I will just have to go on. It didn't help that someone else was off-track and wasted my attention.
I did some stuff that was challenging behind this. I climbed three flights of stairs twice. I haven't been able to climb three flights of stairs in years, due to physical issues. I went home. I dusted off something I might need. I went to somewhere to get some related supplies. They didn't really have what I seem to need. It's hard to know exactly what is needed. God is helping me.
I decided I could not do anything more about this today. My supply run happened to coincide with a farmer's market so I picked up a few things. Unfortunately the last time I was there everything was rotten so it took a lot of walking to scope out all of the stuff. Only a few things were o.k. A new bakery had cropped up nearby so I had to go look at it. It was closed. It looks like a hipster/gourmet Japanese bakery/confectionary. So yeah. . . The French bakery was open. At 7:30 am. it was full of people buying Mother's Day stuff. I got a Fuji apple turnover, a chocolate chip cookie, Italian sweetbread ($8.75!) and decaf black currant tea. I thought I needed a reward. I keep wanting that bakery to work for me, but it really is too pricey and uses too much butter. So now, I can have yuzu truffles at the Japanese hipster bakery. Whatever those are. If you're on a mission with me, there's going to be breaks to check out farmer's markets and bakeries. You might as well get used to that.
I sat at a metal table outdoors, drank my tea and ate my turnover. Driving home I noticed I a mango that had rolled into the gutter from someone's yard. It was on busy street with no parking. I went around the block and stopped in a driveway to get it, but it was a rotten tangerine because I stopped at the wrong house. I was faked out by a fruit imposter. I was running out of gas so I went home. I'll do almost anything to get good fruit. Where I live you almost have to.
At home I dozed off watching T.V. I got up and put on four kinds of sunblock, and went to Chinatown to get some herbs. I had minutes until the herb shops closed. I had to go to the fucked up gas station. It's a national corporation, but something is wrong with that location. Predictably, the pump got stuck "waiting for authorization." I went inside the mini-store where the cashier is to clear it up. The guy in front of me was paying with spare change. YOU'RE KIDDING ME! Eventually I got out of there and on my way.
Once in Chinatown. I threaded my car into a challenging space over shards of broken glass on the pavement. A homeless couple was trying to rest in a doorway. The herb shop next door was closed. It said it was open 9:00-1:00 Monday through Saturday. Why did I remember being there on Sunday? I went to the next pay lot next to the next herb shop. A man with a flower behind his ear gave me his ticket with some time remaining, wishing me a "Happy Mother's Day." I popped into the herb shop three minutes 'til it closing. The woman there remembered me. I bought jujubes and rose buds. I re-gifted my parking stub to a large Samoan woman. She said, "Thanks. Happy Mother's Day."
It felt good to be about my business. I'm not normally. Years of sleep deprivation are one of the reasons. What seem to be insurmountable problems are another. Today I was though.
I came to a large mall. For some reason I had turned my car radio to the college station. The D.J. said, "Carpe Diem." and played a strange song that said, "Seize the day, death is coming." Should I have done more? I haven't even climbed three flights of stairs in years. I went up them twice today. Was this The Day? I thought I already showed unusual courage. I did my best according to what I could figure out. I hope it's enough.
I got some Chinese food. The cashier gave me an extra rice cake and said, "Happy Mother's Day." My salt and pepper shrimp were seriously undercooked and my choi sum was mostly stems but I ate them. Then I came to where I am now.
