It's another typical day in the Bay Area of the San Francisco Bay. Waiting in line to fill up on gas, blowing up over improper driving etiquette ( the driver who is taking your spot is attempting to swerve into yours or smiles as he takes his time parking while you wait to exit.) and so forth.
We arrive to run some errands; the usual suspects, milk, some glassware, some fertilizer and the usual household supplies. Particularly paper. It seems that in the past five years, we've subsisted on computer paper that seemed to be unlimited. Only recently did it come to my family's attention that we ran out.
So we heave all the stuff, charge the card and leave only to realize that the card's missing. Maybe we left it and some one ran with it. I ask the cashier and I'm re-directed to another associate. The other associate tells me to just call the card company and cancel it. just to be safe. I turn around and just as I'm about to call, my mom tells me it was in her bag all along, hidden under the cover of a tissue.
Whew. We go run some more errands, drop off some mail and just as we back out, another incident of overzealous suburbanites just trying to step on another to get ahead.
Alas, the day ends with me preparing a enormous volume of pasta for the week ahead. School's starting and I must make preparations for dinner lest I starve. I find that teaching has made me quite receptive to food, the usual three meals, and the in-between ones preferrably the one before dinner and the one after around midnight.
I look outside my window and the bright sunny day is a brief intermission. The rain has returned. Good, now the fertilizer that I set on my lawn can dissolve and do its work and wash my dirty car while it's at it. I sit in the living room sipping warm barley tea savoring the moment. Eager for Sunday and then another week of student teaching and classes resume.
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