day two

today was a good day. actually, it was fourth good day in a row. i woke up before 11 a.m., ate my usual yogurt/granola/banana and coffee breakfast and dropped off the dog for a haircut. i came back, applied for two jobs (office assistant stuff) while watching back-to-back episodes of sex & the city, eating the halloween by-product that is pumpkin seeds and being far too distracted by the random topics i felt urged to google. after picking up the dog, i ate peanut butter and jam on an english muffin, wasted more time on the internet and drove my mother to an appointment in order to avoid her having to walk across a field in the possible darkness in an attempt to avoid parking lot fees.

it was a good errand. i pointed the car facing the golf course full of orange and yellow trees. i smoked half of a joint just out of view of a high school football practice and enjoyed the cold, fresh air. it was one of those moments where everything feels like it might just be ok. i’ve been trying to have at least one moment like that per day. usually outdoors, usually involving pot. sometimes, though, it’s just curling up in a cozy chair with a handmade quilt over my lap watching a good movie. or wednesdays at 9 p.m. when it’s time for glee, which is the first television show that ever made me joyful. i think it’s the mix of cover songs and wit.

it was pretty cold so i sat in the car and read, immersing myself in david wellington’s zombie island, which was slow at first but proving worth ploughing through the first few chapters. it’s the first part of a trilogy. i like trilogies. i think three novels are the perfect components of many a rich, engrossing story.

once home, i made dinner and now there’s jell-o chilling in the fridge, made tenderly and carefully in hopes that unappetizing film doesn’t form. i have high hopes for it and there’s no back-up dessert in case it fails. sometimes getting rid of the thick skin takes a few tries.