Random Bits
Item 1: Something about this time of year seems to kill my appetite. I keep forgetting to eat until 2:00 or 3:00 in the afternoon, and then only realize the omission because I’m getting woozy, not because I’m hungry. Odd. A similar thing happened last year, but I chalked it up to deadline stress. Maybe it’s something to do with the angle of the sunlight or hibernation impulses or something. Whatever. It’s a savings on food bills, but kind of a drag when most of your Flickr photos are built around your latest baking or cooking projects. I hope to get the lead out of my lingerie this weekend, though, because Alan Rickman’s 60th birthday is Tuesday, and those celebratory Fauxstess cupcakes aren’t going to bake themselves.
Item 2: If, while on a walk, your dog happens to wrap his extendable leash several times around a passerby’s legs, thus rendering her incapable of walking, it is considered polite to at least pretend to apologize. Just smiling and shrugging and letting the person try to extricate herself is ever so slightly rude. Yes, Woman Walking the Pug this afternoon, I’m talking to you. :P (This icon is meant to be a tongue-sticking-out image, but on my screen it looks more like an open-mouthed grin. Please revise the image as needed in your head.)
Item 3: So far, the plan to reduce consumption from Whole Foods and other chains seems to be going fairly well, though I do still drop in on WF about once a week. (I’m weak, I know; it’s a love/hate thing.) However, if this one particular cashier asks me ONE MORE TIME, “Oh, are you a vegetarian? I’m a vegetarian, too. Been one for years. It’s so much easier now than it used to be; so many products,” then I am going to throw my little head back and scream as loud as I possibly can. I swear, she has said the exact same thing the last four times I have been through her line. Has she nothing else to contribute to the conversational world? Are these the only words in her vocabulary? I don’t mean to be snarky — well, not overmuch — but the brilliant revelation that she’s a vegetarian and has been one for years and likes eating packaged foods has kind of lost its allure. I’m sick of it already. Next time, I should viciously interrupt her as she gets started: “Why, yes, I’m a vegetarian. I hear you’re a vegetarian, too. Have been for years. Don’t you find there are a lot more products available now that vegetarians can eat? Do these words sound at ALL familiar to you? Huh?” Or I could just not go through her line. The thing is, almost all the cashiers there annoy me in some fashion — which is yet another reason I prefer to hit Return to Eden or Rainbow over lunch, instead. (The tricky bit is then to remember to get the chilled goods out of the fridge at work and take them home, before they throw everything out on Friday.)
