Awoke in the morning without the pensiveness of last night. The bare white wall was dappled in August sunlight. First thing I did after getting up was watering my small pot of cactus, then putting it on the windowsill where it gets its exposure to the sun. It gives me a sense of purpose always when watching the water slowly sift through the dry clay. Seeing the cactus exposed to the bright sunlight is another way of affirming my usefulness, however small it may be. The plant was somehow thrust into my care without my wanting it at the time, perhaps one or two years ago, but it is now an indispensable part of my daily routine.
Waited until my roommate is done with the bathroom. While performing the morning ablution I pondered about the upcoming Thursday, a day in which I look forward to as if standing on needle and pin. Thursday night is LAPHIL night at the Hollywood Bowl. The true excitement lay not in the music but the person with which that will be sitting next to me. And if that person happens to be a potential special someone, which is something that I am quite unaccustomed to, given my long absence on the dating scene, then one is bound to worry endlessly.
After a hurried brunch at an Italian cafe, I started making rounds at various grocers and stores, such as Whole Foods Market and Trader Joe's for salad ingredients and cheese and wine. Afterwards went over to IKEA to check out stemless wine glass (because plastic won't do!) for use at the Bowl. After much contemplation at the wine glass section, I chose two $1.99 rather unorthodox glass piece for their aesthetic appeal. Of course things don't end this easily at IKEA, for there bound to be useless things you would pick up on the meandering path to checkout counter.
Walking out of the giant IKEA building, the sun still shone brightly in the midst of its downward path. I did a mental check of the to-do list, to reaffirm my commitment for Thursday.
Ticket -- check.
Food -- check.
Refreshment -- check.
"Oh yeah," pouting my lips, and said out loud when no one is near, "I haven't even asked that special someone yet."
Waited until my roommate is done with the bathroom. While performing the morning ablution I pondered about the upcoming Thursday, a day in which I look forward to as if standing on needle and pin. Thursday night is LAPHIL night at the Hollywood Bowl. The true excitement lay not in the music but the person with which that will be sitting next to me. And if that person happens to be a potential special someone, which is something that I am quite unaccustomed to, given my long absence on the dating scene, then one is bound to worry endlessly.
After a hurried brunch at an Italian cafe, I started making rounds at various grocers and stores, such as Whole Foods Market and Trader Joe's for salad ingredients and cheese and wine. Afterwards went over to IKEA to check out stemless wine glass (because plastic won't do!) for use at the Bowl. After much contemplation at the wine glass section, I chose two $1.99 rather unorthodox glass piece for their aesthetic appeal. Of course things don't end this easily at IKEA, for there bound to be useless things you would pick up on the meandering path to checkout counter.
Walking out of the giant IKEA building, the sun still shone brightly in the midst of its downward path. I did a mental check of the to-do list, to reaffirm my commitment for Thursday.
Ticket -- check.
Food -- check.
Refreshment -- check.
"Oh yeah," pouting my lips, and said out loud when no one is near, "I haven't even asked that special someone yet."
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posted by Michelin L.W.Y at 8/20/2006 12:36:00 AM
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