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Silly man

Went to Safeway this morning for my patented ATM trick. In case I've never explained it: I always try to get cash back from buying something at Safeway instead of using an ATM and getting charged. When I don't need to buy anything, I get a donut. This way, instead of paying a $1.50 fee for no value added, I pay $0.50 and get a donut. It works for me.

An old lady was at the end of the checkout lanes when I came in, and she was still there when I left. She looked confused, with too much rouge on her cheeks and a trash bag draped over her (in addition to her poncho and other rain gear). She clutched a small plastic bag full of coins, looking about as if for direction. All was not well or right.

I fear for people more often than I hope for them. I'm not a worrier by any means; I just know how broken everything is. When my faith, hope, and love are low, all I can naturally do is fear for them. We all need something a little unnatural.

I put on a hat before I put on pants this morning. Silly man.

Yesterday I bumped into Bret and Amy (my upstairs neighbors who do the humpty-hump) at Caffe Vita. Bret gave me a side hug, which was unprecedented and unexpected. I invited them to Enterprise on Wednesdays. This could become one of my strangest friendships ever. Cool.

The cable guy brought a replacement cable box yesterday, so I am back in digital video nirvana (not Nirvana-- this would be a Seattle cliche). Since when did the cable people start showing up on time (4:10 pm in a 4-6 pm window)? Somehow, in hooking it up, I ended up with leftover cables this time-- perhaps they have been multiplying behind my television. I kept flipping channels, as if something were enchanting and new since Wednesday night. Silly man.

Connor is taking Winter and me out to Buca di Beppo tonight in celebration of his annual Alaskan dividend. I suggested Vegas, but tend not to push when it's someone else's money. Free food is not to be argued with or about.

A woman (not Miriam) sat down across from me who has almost the same "breakfast" (pan au chocolat and tall latte) as I. She just told her friends that the latte is vanilla, which may be the only deviation (mine is plain, caramel when I'm feeling saucy). And she called it a "chocolate croissant," while I take great joy in saying "pan au chocolat" in a terrible and terribly loud French voice. Silly man.


I fear for people more often too-
I'm always worried for random people who look confused or slightly impaired.
I know, and there are so many. I think open eyes and heavy hearts often go hand in hand.

Great entry.

Your fear/hope explanation is one I shall use. I love when I have an unexplained feeling which has
finally been explained.

Your women accounts fill me with hope or fear...and definite empathy. I admire your sensitivity to coffee and pastry.

Re: Great entry.

Coffee, pastry, and a world full of strangers-- it's a fun life.
I think my friend Jen works at Buca di Beppo... that sounds really familiar for some reason. So if you see this chick with black framed glasses and black spiky shirt hair there, and her name is Jen... that's her & ask her to float you some free stuff since you're a friend of Kris's. :-)
No sightings of this person last night, but that may be because I was hard at work stuffing my face full of near-orgasmic food and doing my part to finish a magnum of merlot. Hope your trip home was smooth; I'm praying for your dad.


I'll have to ask her if that's the restaurant where she works...

Trip hope details to be posted in my journal shortly.