Saturday, October 17, 2009


indian summer reigns.

the roses are trimmed, the heat is turned on, the patio furniture and planters put away for winter. miss ruby watches me from her window, giving me more jobs to do whenever i come inside. she's rallied a bit, although we are using the wheelchair almost full time now, to get her around. she scowls at the night nurses, scolding me for not staying full time. as it is, i'm here 70+ hours a week... staying, even five days, would bring me to over 100. she's good with that, she said.

i've kept to her request to only shop at whole foods... one good thing about that place is, i can go in baggy sweat pants and a long-sleeved tshirt that has seen better days, and i fit right in. i've discovered you can buy hemp milk (no, really) and that patchouli is the pervading scent from both patrons and the shelves. you can even buy shampoo and soap that ree..smel..are scented with this, um, fragrance? i feel out of place with my rose soap scent on my skin and your basic clean smelling hair. still, the dress code remains acceptable--i'll keep going there.

we've put the internet in, so, i'll be able to start catching up on reading and posting... i look forward to the first more than the second.

i hear her calling.


Cormac Brown said...

Wait a minute, are you saying that your Whole Foods is more hippie than our Whole Foods?

(hanging my Californian, patchouli-scented head in shame)

austere said...

welcome back. now write.

austere said...

Where are you?

Therapeutic Ramblings said...

I hate the smell of patchouli! Too many hippies smell like it 24/7.

murat11 said...

Here in Tres Leches, we have probably the only preppy Whole Foods (hope they're paying for all this free marketing). On second thought, I'm sure all of the WFMs in the Dallas Metroplex would outprep ours.