I hopped off the train a stop early today, since the weather was so nice. As I walked the half mile home I'm looking all over the place, observing, as usual.
I pass a woman who looked very similar to this:
I keep walking.
Then I come upon one of the most unique car colors I've ever seen . . . pass by, back it up, and snap some documentation:
As I'm finishing up my data collection, who should I see walk right up to this vehicle with key in hand?!
(I feel you can already guess what I'm about to reveal, but just in case, I'll say it anyway.)
THE PURPLE HAIRED WOMAN!
I hurried away as soon as I saw her so as not to give away my surprised delight, then continued the rest of the way home with a giant smile plastered to my face. Seriously, that thing was stuck tight. I hope one day you have the opportunity to witness someone whose un-natural hair color matches the color of their car. Then you'll really understand what I mean about a grin that just won't quit.
I spend a lot of time in the bathroom. Not an ideal first sentence, as it paints a mildly inaccurate picture. But it's true - I spend a lot of time in the bathroom. Mostly due to the fact that the bathroom is where I exercise. Think that's weird? That's fine - and apparently a common sentiment (unless you're one of my sisters visiting for the first time "whoa, your bathroom is huge! You could exercise in here!" And that was completely unprompted. Naturally, I was beaming).
Today, after my morning chunk of time I found myself back in the restroom. This time, to work [but not on the toilet, that's gross].
Despite what some may say, I don't really like spending sooo much time in the bathroom. And it's certainly not in my top 5-10 picks for work spaces. However, I had no choice. I had a phone interview and my room was just too darn loud. The neighbors next door are having their deck professionally power washed. They even wrapped my roommate's boyfriend's car so as not to risk it getting damaged. I'm not sure who this company is, but based on that, I'd recommend them!
Can you see the water spray? Look close between the fence and the bridge
So you see, I had no choice but to work in the bathroom where it was quiet and private. But I must say, it played the role of standing work space quite well. The counter is the perfect height for my short little legs.
All in all it wasn't a bad experience. I'm not saying it's my new go-to work space (because then I really WOULD be spending all of my time in the bathroom), but I won't completely rule out the idea in the future.
I can't tell you how thoroughly I enjoyed seeing this train ad today. As a chronic observationist, I typically notice things like small chins or large chins, rufus chins, normal chins, and even completely different features.
Ok, the rufus chin is sort of an inside joke, but does anyone who's seen Never Been Kissed know what I'm talking about?!
Naturally, after enjoying the train ad I started scanning. You know, just casually seeing who's on the train, not looking for anything in particular. But wouldn't you know it, I spotted a small chinned lady instantly! Her photo wasn't taken to protect her identity, so you can just imagine she looked like this:
I honestly wonder though, how many people see this ad and then feel a little self-conscious? Or maybe some people don't even notice they have a small chin - is that possible? I mean your face is your face and it's normal to you . . .
Perhaps I'll never know.
Today I made falafel - using an awesome recipe from the back of a bag of dried chickpeas. I've now duly noted that dried chickpeas, instead of canned, seriously up your falafel game.
Monday I made Apple Broccoli Soup. Sounds strange, right? And maybe a little toohealthy? As if too healthy was a thing . . . nonsense! What's not nonsense is this soup. It's so tasty and tastes even better the next day - at least in my opinion. Or as the girl from an old Hidden Valley Ranch commercial would say "It really taste-es good!" (gross). I also think it's nice eaten hot or cold, but then again, I'm not a picky eater.
Christmas 2011 I enjoyed the most delightful cup o' joe. Made evermore thrilling thanks to left over dyed sprinkles.
My whole life I've pretty much eaten Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream - but the green kind if I could help it, not the white. I need visual proof of the mint flavor, and green clearly does it.
It's pure coincidence that my face mask happens
to be the exact same color as my ice cream.
Are you noticing a trend here? It dawned on me mid falafel-making that my Favorite Food Is...Green. Lima beans, avocado, key lime pie - I love them all! It really makes sense. I have SUCH a hard time answering the 'what's your favorite food' question whenever someone asks because there are way too many foods to choose from. So from now on I'm just going to answer that question with a color . . . and hope I have a camera handy to capture their perplexed reaction.
Today I went to Stanley's Produce. The best and cheapest place to get produce! . . . in my opinion. I've heard others complain, "when I go there all of my food goes bad after a few days!"
Well, yeah. That's what normal produce is supposed to do. It's not my fault you don't eat or prep your food right away! If you need lessons on this, catch me after this story - we'll talk.
Anywhosey, I was on my way home after a record time in-and-out of my favorite grocery store, riding the bus. Just a typical ride, such as you would find here:
. . . though a bit less crowded than at other times - which I really appreciated so I could put my bags on the seat next to me. 😃 As the CTA strongly encourages . . .
So there the five of us were, still sitting on the bus, just living in our own worlds when what should bring us back to a collective reality? A loud, metally, clang. Something fell! I quickly scanned the front of the bus for an elderly gentleman's metal cane or a frying pan. But all I, and the man sitting across from me (who refused to make full eye contact and acknowledge the randomness of what just happened) could see was this:
What is it you ask? A hanging handle previously attached to the pole above.
My first thought was, 'whoa, weird.' Then I started thinking how lucky it was that no one was holding on to that particular handle when it disassembled. Imagine if they fell and got hurt! Or fell on someone else and hurt them!! And then they both sued the CTA! Yikes, what a mess that would be . . .
Sunday. The weekend bouncer. Giving you one last morning of bliss before kicking you out around 4:00pm to meet Despair on the corner.
What, that's just me? Or should I say WAS just me when I was unhappily employed?
Whether you relate to this drop in morale at the close of the weekend or not, I witnessed today that humans are not the only creatures to experience the Sunday blues.
Case in point: the electronic CVS sign
Note: this image is just to make sure your mind is envisioning the correct type of sign, this occurrence did take place today (despite the 2013 date).
Now that we are all thinking of the same thing, imagine you look at the sign to see today's date and the time, 4:44pm. Before you look away the time changes - to 4:43pm! You do a double take. It's back to 4:44pm.
- Huh? -
Were your eyes playing tricks on you? Could that really have happened?
Yep, I believe it could - because it DID. Just proof that CVS doesn't like saying goodbye to the weekend either. Now I'm curious to see what sort of stunts it'd pull on a Monday . . .
Walking to the park today, I was quite taken by the shadows of the leaves on the sidewalk.
'How beautiful!' I thought, 'it would make a lovely print on fabric...'
Some shadows, like people, are kind of plain - what you see is what you get. But some are more complex, also like people, with differing layers to the overall shadow. This is something I hadn't really noticed before - about shadows, that is. . .
[plain, but beautiful, shadow]
[Complex, also beautiful, shadow]
See the difference?! I certainly hope so . . . otherwise I might worry that if you met me you'd think I'm plain, which I would argue I am not! (and I'd like to think you would too).
Happy Flag Day!
Since the beginning of June, we've been feeling like summer weather is here - and here to stay. The kind of weather that makes you want to go for a cruise on your three-wheeler [after first complaining that you can't do it and it's too hard - because that's the secret ingredient to making activities more fun for everyone].
Clearly this girl knows what's up:
Going for a ride on a hot day. The wind blowing in your hair. Not a care in the world, until . . . the buildings start to melt!
Dripping, dropping, soggy to the ground; as if the heat of the day is too intense even for bricks to withstand! It's not until you feel the drop in temperature and hear the clapping of thunder that you realize what's happening. In an instant it is no longer a hot summer day, it's a treacherous afternoon during monsoon season.
No, seriously. I don't get it... WHY is there a gate here?
Why is there even a fence? There are only shrubs on the other side. Maybe the fence isn't there for the shrubs. Perhaps it's for the windows. . . because the residents got broken into one too many times and had to resort to boarding up their windows and carrying out out their lives as nocturnal hermits . . . or maybe not.
I have a confession to make, I have already failed my 365 Days of Wonder observation sharing challenge. Who would have thought it would be that difficult? Post something each day, not that hard, right? Apparently not.
Despite this early downfall, I'm going to try to get back on track. Especially since I've finally gone through the slow realization that each of these posts of interesting thoughts and sights are actually micro stories; getting me to practice writing and creative thinking every day. Wow! What an excellent bonus to my original goal for this project.
My shoes came in the other day looking for some help.
"I have a big performance on Sunday and I can't let these white soles reveal my age!" the shoes cried.
'No problem, I can help,' I said. And with the assistance of Dr. Sharpie, we got to work . . .
As in most maintenance salons, my client shared EVERYTHING.
". . . when I was young, I never thought I'd be able to tie my laces . . . I just can't stand hot weather - I hate being smelly! I'm more of a fall walker . . . for my big performance all of the other shoes are jet black from heel to toe! I'm so embarrassed of my white soles. I can't wait to see how this turns out - ALL BLACK! I can't wait! . . ."
Progress was slow, but the results were sure to be worth it. Things were really coming along . . .
Just look at that transformation!
Unfortunately, the success was short lived. The shoes dialed me up in a panic the next morning: "It's fading! It's fading! I don't know what to do!!!"
Oh, no! The color didn't take!
Panicked and frustrated, the shoes carried out their day, then raced over to my place as fast as lightning that night for an emergency touch up.
Tomorrow is the shoes' big day, so we're all nervously waiting to hear how it goes and if the procedure holds up.