Everyone has a story to tell...
Outside, it smells like rain. I've only noticed the smell in Worcester, and it's not a pleasant one. It's like the when you wake up in the morning and you've sweated out a fever.
I flick cigarette 2/20 and wonder since when I've been one to stand out in the rain and smoke. Since I'm waiting for the Price Chopper van at ten at night, that is. (I'm allowing myself a pack for the year and that's it.) I can see my breath, or is it just leftover smoke? It's been warmer in upstate New York than central Massachusetts for the past week.
The van comes half and hour late, but I get there, thanks to a rather hasseled driver. He must want to get to the AiG Thirsty Thursday or something.
The produce section smells like cinnamon, and I'm all nostalgia, thinking of foliage and cider, but stop myself for craziness. Fall is cold. The back-to-school (now clearance) aisle, well. I go buy what I need. Waiting for a van ride back, I figure my luck can't get any worse and buy a scratch game. My second lotto ticket and I wonder if I'll ever get carded. But no win. Back to Sanford and the dreaded response paper and Frasier and some visiting and sleep.
I'm doing fine for the most part. I wish I could make sense of any of this or just fly away.
I flick cigarette 2/20 and wonder since when I've been one to stand out in the rain and smoke. Since I'm waiting for the Price Chopper van at ten at night, that is. (I'm allowing myself a pack for the year and that's it.) I can see my breath, or is it just leftover smoke? It's been warmer in upstate New York than central Massachusetts for the past week.
The van comes half and hour late, but I get there, thanks to a rather hasseled driver. He must want to get to the AiG Thirsty Thursday or something.
The produce section smells like cinnamon, and I'm all nostalgia, thinking of foliage and cider, but stop myself for craziness. Fall is cold. The back-to-school (now clearance) aisle, well. I go buy what I need. Waiting for a van ride back, I figure my luck can't get any worse and buy a scratch game. My second lotto ticket and I wonder if I'll ever get carded. But no win. Back to Sanford and the dreaded response paper and Frasier and some visiting and sleep.
I'm doing fine for the most part. I wish I could make sense of any of this or just fly away.