What was I thinking?

I know what I was doing / But what was I thinking?

Yesterday I went to Costco with a friend of mine, and I foolishly bought way too much fresh stuff, especially fruit. I bought:
1 pineapple
13 lbs oranges (in a box)
4 lbs grapes
2 lbs sugar snap peas
2 bags of lettuce

and then something not so fresh, but still too much:
1 carton creampuffs (96 ct)

I'm gonna be eating a lot of salad and snap peas in the next few days. Maybe I'll write about my experience and create some fangled diet called the "Rabbit Imitation" and I'll get put on the NYTimes Bestseller List.

I Can See Clearly Now...

...the rain has gone. I can see all obstacles in my way/ Gone are the dark clouds that had me down/ It's gonna be a bright, bright, bright sunshiny day!

Well, it's not really that the rain is gone, it's that I managed to rescue my glasses from the DMV where I'd misplaced them on Saturday when I went to get my driver's license. I didn't even have to wait a million years...a very un-DMV-like experience, I know.

It was hotter than blazes this weekend...over 100, and it's only June! It's killer because the A/C in my car isn't working, and since the car's life is almost over anyway, I don't want to pay to have it fixed only to have the car die a week later. I was sweating everywhere I went, and the DMV was no exception. It was really hard to concentrate while I was taking the written test, and few of the questions were about driving--they were more about other laws, like smoking and cell phones, etc. Oh well. So you can miss 6/36 and still pass if it's your first time applying for a CA license, and I missed 6, and just barely squeaked by. Everybody around me didn't even pass, so I felt extremely lucky.

I lost my glasses because I thought I misplaced my keys, and emptied my purse in pursuit of them, but then forgot to put my glasses case back in my purse, so I only had my sunglasses with me for the rest of the weekend and had to wear contacts, which I hate, because my eyes are so dry. I even watched a movie with my sunglasses on, so now I know what movie stars must go through when they try to go to a film incognito.

Later in the week I had another heart-stopping moment when I went to the library on my lunch hour. After circling the stacks of DVDs several times, I finally made up my mind, and was in line to check my items out, but then I realized I couldn't find my library card...which means I couldn't find my keys, either. But I didn't start panicking until I got back to work and the drawer where I keep my purse had no keys in it, either. So I walked across the street to the parking garage to check on my keys, and lo and behold, I'd locked them in the car and there they were, plain as day, sprawled for all to see on the front seat. In the end, I had to call AAA to come (thank goodness for that $45 I paid a year ago!) and rescue me, and after some confusion with locating the driver, my keys were restored to me. whee!!

Hopefully I can keep better track of my stuff this week....

Journey of an Organic Marble

I stood on the beach yesterday, and watched beams from the setting sun
filter through the smog-filled air and cause the sea to glint in welcome.
Squishing my toes in the sand, I waited for the surf to send its fingerlings of foam
rushing toward my legs; then watched as the tide was forced to retreat
smiling as I heard it hiss in displeasure as it left me behind.

I watched the gulls pick at the kelp left stranded by the tide,
sorted through my own snack: red grapes, firm and juicy
that burst in flavor upon my tongue with a slight "pop" as they gave way,
their soft flesh melting down my throat, leaving crunchy skin behind.

I wanted to throw a handful of grapes into the air in jubilation
to celebrate life, glory in the sea's scent, dive into the waves.
But I was hungry, and my grapes were few, so instead, I threw one...
a solitary sphere, that didn't pass the texture test
and watched as it sailed in the air and landed without a splash:

the organic marble tumbled pell-mell toward me, dancing
driven by the wind and tide, its progress was quick, unhindered
till the waves' grip failed--left it bereft, alone, upon the shore.

It lay there, sad and lonely, quite red amidst the cooling sand
like a lady whose eyes endlessly sweep the skyline, watching
for the ship carrying her sailor love to hove into view.

But fate deemed she was not to wait: not one, but two waves emerged,
and raced toward the preening grape and tossed and swirled and jostled
she rolled and danced, but did not choose, and selfish were her motives.

The waves got bored, and couldn't wait--their retreat call soon sounded
and she, who tried to play two beaus, was scorned and pushed far ashore
the grape was left, quite high and dry, to contemplate her actions.