Still on a high from the
dramatic rescue of my glasses lens from the clutches of
the baseboard radiator and in a wildly good mood because
the weather is clear and bright and for once the wind is
not blowing constantly out of the sleep-inducing
southwest. I actually enjoyed walking up the hill to the
bus stop to catch that number 33 bus to physical therapy.
The Bakery Deli Cafe (I know it sounds like an identity
crisis instead of a restaurant name) has uncommonly good
dark roast coffee this morning. There's one onion bagel
left, and they're playing an Ibrahim Ferrer CD on the
sound system. Still more reasons to be in a good
mood.
The physical therapists and their
office staff are all dressed up for Halloween. The office
staff seem to be piles of leaves, all of them. One of the
pt assistants is a baked potato. The head of the place is
dressed up in full pimp regalia -- in pink. My therapist
is dressed as the entire Patriots' disabled list (or is
that the injured reserve list? I mix up baseball and
football.). She's got one arm in a sling, immobilizer on
the knee, crutches, cervical collar ... just about every
gizmo they've got in the place ... over her Kevin Seymour
Pats shirt and cap. I compliment her on being the only
one who's got a sports medicine theme going on. And I'm
in a good mood there too because all of a sudden I can
lift my arm in a direction I couldn't two days
ago.
After therapy I walked up to the
small supermarket across from the Senior Center (where
the bus stops) to pick up a few things I forgot yesterday
and to see if maybe they had any scallions. My luck must
really be changing 'cause there are plenty of scallions
for 69 cents a bunch. I can't contain my joy. I tell the
cashier and the bagger and the bus driver and the old
guys sitting on the bench at the bus stop that all the
markets have been advertising scallions for 50 cents a
bunch this week but they don't actually have a single
scallion in stock and I'd way rather pay 69 cents for
actual scallions today than wait for potential scallions
at 50 cents sometime in the future. Something about
elasticity of demand. Miso soup for supper tonight. With
scallions.
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Today's Reading
Notes and Sketches from the Wild Coasts of Nipon
by Henry Craven St. John, End of the Earth by Peter
Matthiessen
This Year's Reading
2003
Book List
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