No good deed...

or so the saying goes right? This morning, I walk by a homeless man on the way to the bank and hear him say something about being cold and wanting coffee. It is cold, already the fall foilage has begun to faid and there's a freeze warning for tonight. Maybe all these things play in my head as I walk out of the bank and into the store next door to buy said coffee and a muffin. I walk back to hear the homeless man make off colored remarks at a couple with a dog. I offer him the coffee and muffin but he retorts that he wants money then dismisses the coffee for the muffin, saying "give me that" more of a demand than a request.

So much for trying to help your fellow man.

-Friday

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"If you're going through hell, keep going."
-Winston Churchill

(from the bottle of honest tea that I drank this morning)

I stand at the sandwich shop across the street and notice, like the gait they have, the distance between each foot as they stride through the day, that some have this fluid motion where they walk into the store and without much in the way verbal communication they hand over their money and receive their drink of choice. Is this rhythm or mechanical?

Do you notice the rhythm of the day?

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Feel tired.

Lately I've been waking up, setting an alarm to go off in 5 or 10 minutes then closing my eyes only to repeate the process once or twice more before finally getting out of bed to take a shower.

Where is the energy?

-Wednesday

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I wish I could say I morn for the lose of sound, music, but it's never really been a big part of my life like it is for other people.

This is the thought that comes to mind as I try to remember the last time I bought a CD. I bought The Wooden Birds CD today and checking their website it turns out they are playing a show here tonight. What are the chances of that???

Then again what are the chances of finding astronaut ice cream in Barnes and Noble too? The register didn't seem to believe it since the SKU wasn't going through. Yes, I bought it. Maybe it's proof that I haven't quite been so successful at killing off the inner child so there's hope for me still.

I will have to make due with listening to the CD because I don't think I can make it to the show. The problem of living in the burbs/boonies.

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Wake up at 6:00 as I hear the dog stir, I'm not quiet sure how long he's been in my room. I change and take him outside. Without my glasses the full moon, large in the now brightening sky looks fuzzy and oblong. The dog has a strange 6th sense as he stares in one direction and out comes another dog with owner in toe. He does not poop and as we approach the house my sister comes by, we are supposed to go to a farmers market where a Frenchman bakes bread using a stone oven. When we arrive, here, at 7:30 we find that he doesn't come until later. So much for the French and their early bread baking, but then again this is the US.

Addendum:

As the person behind me says to another person everyone wants good bread for Labor Day. Is that true?

-Saturday

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I sleep with the window open, the cool chill in the air wafts in over my blanket and brushes my face when I'm not hidden under the warmth of the bed. This is one of the things I look forward to in autumn.

The wet dewy grass is cold against my feet and feels colder as the walk with the dog gets longer. The dog is playful and yanks on the leash. I can only indulge him a little before we head home.

The moon is bright and nearly full. Is this the tipping point between summer and fall.

-Wednesday

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Drive slowly, hazard lights flashing in the oblivion that is drenched with a torrent of water that no windshield can seem to push away fast enough. My dad is seated stiffly beside me as I hydroplane.

I stop at Rutgers for some grease truck comfort food.

-Friday

I drop my umbrella juggling various items in my hands. The black plastic tip over the wood breaks off. It doesn't rain, just my luck.

I proceed to see 15 minutes of my life go up in thin air.

-Saturday

Take my dad to the Barney's Warehouse Sale where I try to buy him some shoes he runs away like a little kid who pouts at being told to do something he doesn't want to do. He still can't resist cake though.

Drive home and proceed to try and fall alseep but am interrupted by the phone. I have a rather vivid dream.

- Sunday

Feel very tired. After work I buy cereal not just one, but two kinds of peanut butter puffs, a small carton of rice milk, figs, and three bottles of kombucha.

As I pull up the drive way there a clinking metalic noise and notice a leak under the car. I worry.

- Monday

I eat a Reuben sandwich for lunch with salt and vinegar chips. I proceed to read a sentence from The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao and think about it; something along the lines of not regreting the life you don't live. I try to find the line again, but can't.

-Tuesday

I see the dry cleaner walking down the street, the second time I haven't made it there before they closed.

Proceed to go work out and end up doing something like 8-10 repetition of bench presses and then can't get motivated enough to do sit ups.

-Wednesday

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