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Gentle Tumble
This is so lovely. I want to remember to enjoy the simple things I know well as much as the things that are new, different, and exciting.
Yesterday as I was loading the dryers, [laundromat owner, Rose] came up to me and suggested I redistribute them. Towels with the sweatpants and all of the sheets alone in another. She described, with obvious rapture, the look of a properly loaded dryer. The gentle tumble, likes with likes, lots of movement and a perfect, slow spiral. She said it was a thing of beauty, a dryer loaded with care and I swear I could see a difference. A mesmerizing, hypnotizing difference.[...] Everyone has those little secret happinesses- the spin of a dryer or the droop of a dead stem.
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Three Things
1. I perpetuate an abusive relationship with the baristas at my coffee shop. They are very cool, and here in their galaxy, nay, their universe, it is implied, I am not.
Within earshot, they mock my choice of hot-beverage-on-100-degree-day and never fail to skulk glumly toward the cash register to accept my money. Needless to say, they do not wish to play my polite smile game. Meanwhile, I go back every day because they. have. the. good. stuff.
I feel like a sucker, but a very well-caffeinated sucker.
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2. When there’s a call for “enthusiastic people” (…ignoring the fact that that probably means “girls willing to take their tops off”…) the best thing I can come up with regarding myself and enthusiasm, is that I am quietly enthusiastic. To most people I think that means not enthusiastic, right? But I am! I am enthusiastic!!
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3. Every few months I look at Facebook and find out how many people I no longer know just got married or had babies. Or both! The answer is all of them. “Congrats!”
Related: Why do people like to make faux-angry faces in photos? And gang signs? This is confusing technology, the camera.
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BONUS thing:
4. I should really start putting “read stuff that doesn’t matter” on my daily to-do list. Better yet: “write stuff that doesn’t matter.” Done and done.
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Be Kind
Plato to Vonnegut, there’s no escaping it. Fuck nice; be kind.
Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s wet and round and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies — “God damn it, you’ve got to be kind.”
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PTRSD
(Post Traumatic Refrigeration)
When we got our new fridge, I went overboard in the I’m-so-happy-we-can-have-cold-things-again department, and filled it with stuff I planned to cook. Then, the fridge stopped being a fridge and started being a condensation box. And we lived without cold things for another week. And almost all our food went in the can.
So then, after it was fixed and started refrigerating again, I didn’t buy that much, and then today I wanted to make dinner and looked in there and found this, which is a little extreme even for Europeans.
