Yesterday the fella that runs my local 7-11 in the morning asked me where I’d been… It’s been a double handful of weeks since I sped through for my 15 ounces of coffee and 8 ounces of starbucks slosh in a 24 ounce cup… Flattering and alarming that he noticed, though perhaps that’s always how it feels the first time you’re recognized as a regular. There’s a guy down at Farmer Joe’s who knows me for buying the peanut butter cups… Nobody has spotted me today, I don’t think, though the bagel and cream cheese and coffee and banana/blueberry smoothie at the stand in the middle of the oil-change place might get me back a few more times… That’s enough elipses, isn’t it?She grabbed my hand against her to keep it away from her this morning, but then her alarm went off, and a different thing happened. She said she wouldn’t be good company last night, but then I sat down in her bathroom and talked to her while she soaked in the tub, and a different thing happened. We went to sit in bed and read but then I opened a gchat with my old friend from down the street, and you know the line by now. His elephant hangs in my car; I just told the story to someone (the museumist?) last week; his vitreous is not very humorous; his wife keeps him fed and happy but he’d like to get less fat. Wouldn’t we all, and many of us have further to go than he, as far from home as he is.
The electrical educator now owes me a return call, and I’m paying him double on the cost by trying to make at least a little of this post at least a litte less opaque.
