Shiny Linoleum People
Once again I am struck by the quiet beauty of life alone in a grocery store.
Sitting here now next to the pharmacy, behind the free blood pressure checker (125 systolic, 75 diastolic, 73 heart beats per minute) I have to write down that this store can be so depressing or so pretty. Mostly depressing.
I limp down the cosmetics isle looking for my face wash, the weight of ten cans of Spaghetti-Os and other cheapy foods asymmetrically placed on the right side of my body and a gallon of orange juice ineffectively trying to balance me on the other. I can't hear the sounds of the store around me or my plastic soles on the linoleum floor for the music in my ears. I'm wearing a Crooked Crown while having an Anniversary.
Suddenly (like it always does) I am filled with the simple quiet everyday beauty of life. No apparent cause or source: I am happy. There is nothing but this subtle clean feeling in my chest. Like the sky on a clear spring day when it's still a little cool. Like it was today.
I couldn't bring up the worries I had five minutes ago unless I really tried. And honestly, why? They're not real anyway. Only this pen and this basket of groceries next to me are real. No need to play make-believe.
I'll get up in a few minutes. It's time to enjoy.
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Next week I'll be making a forty-two thousand mile journey to save a my favorite redhead from daylight savings time, and nestle her sweetly in the embrace of Arizona's changeless clocks. I can't have her an hour farther away from me, now can I. Goodness no.
- David
Scream, Scream It Loud, Sing It Out, Make Your Lover Proud
Sitting here now next to the pharmacy, behind the free blood pressure checker (125 systolic, 75 diastolic, 73 heart beats per minute) I have to write down that this store can be so depressing or so pretty. Mostly depressing.
I limp down the cosmetics isle looking for my face wash, the weight of ten cans of Spaghetti-Os and other cheapy foods asymmetrically placed on the right side of my body and a gallon of orange juice ineffectively trying to balance me on the other. I can't hear the sounds of the store around me or my plastic soles on the linoleum floor for the music in my ears. I'm wearing a Crooked Crown while having an Anniversary.
Suddenly (like it always does) I am filled with the simple quiet everyday beauty of life. No apparent cause or source: I am happy. There is nothing but this subtle clean feeling in my chest. Like the sky on a clear spring day when it's still a little cool. Like it was today.
I couldn't bring up the worries I had five minutes ago unless I really tried. And honestly, why? They're not real anyway. Only this pen and this basket of groceries next to me are real. No need to play make-believe.
I'll get up in a few minutes. It's time to enjoy.
---
Next week I'll be making a forty-two thousand mile journey to save a my favorite redhead from daylight savings time, and nestle her sweetly in the embrace of Arizona's changeless clocks. I can't have her an hour farther away from me, now can I. Goodness no.
- David
Scream, Scream It Loud, Sing It Out, Make Your Lover Proud
posted by BuddhaDave at
10:25 PM
1 Comments:
"There is nothing but this subtle clean feeling in my chest. Like the sky on a clear spring day when it's still a little cool. Like it was today."
That's a great way to describe the feeling!
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