I always told myself that the day I look at a child and want one, would be a scary scary day. I think that day is close, and it scares the pants off me. Last weekend I saw the cutest young boy helping out his mother, bringing their food to and from the counter to their chosen table. When they’d finally finished he cutely selected the part of the meal he preferred to begin with and took a bite with gusto. He was so sweet tears actually came to my eyes. It happened again the next day with another little one. This is scary stuff!
Second revelation: I really like Coke Zero, does that have sugar in it?
I started this entry last week based on the random things that pop into my head. Sometimes after a more profound thought, I “re-think” it in the manner which I would write it. Does anyone else do that? Its a bit hard to explain but when I think about something particularly interesting, I think about how I’d write about it, almost unconsciously.
One weekend when I was riding my bike to the library to do some heavy researching/writing, I happened to come to an intersection where a state cop had dutifully stopped at the red light. At seeing me he hopped out of his car, stopped all other traffic, to let me cross the incredibly busy intersection (they do have one of those buttons to allow pedestrians brief walking periods). When I was almost to the other side, he looked at me a smiled. What!? Did someone literally stop traffic for me?
Last weekend I had the idea to be spontaneous, park my car at nearby Riverside to take the train into the city to wander. I should have prefaced this paragraph with the too true statement that I am not a spontaneous person. My fun is scheduled in perfect increments, I feel happiest when I’m being productive and a lack of planning is not conducive to me being in a calm state.
Yesterday I went by my favorite new locally owned coffee place (I’m somewhat boycotting Starbucks because I love supporting Mom and Pop places) and indulged in a pumpkin muffin. I nearly cried it was so good. It was the first thing that popped into my mind today. This small shop is lovely because the people that work there are always so sweet and one of my favorite small touches? Cover toppers. They have one for every occasion. Yesterday, appropriately, my cup sported an American flag. Its really the small things that get me.
I’m off, for another pumpkin muffin.
