safeway

I came to an epiphany the other day while shopping at safeway. It was a day where I actually got dressed. I don’t mean this, in the sense that on some days I go without clothing, but rather, that I took care in choosing the clothes I put on for the day. I was complimented several times by the “regulars,” the people I see day in and day out as they seem to always be working when I go in. I realized as I walked through the aisles that these people seem to know me best out of all the people in town, discounting those I live with, family, etc. They have seen all sides of me, and continue to see me on the good days and the bad. They see me when I am sick and come in for some Tylenol in the sweats, full of snot and feverish. They see me when I am dressed nice and stop in to pick up something to take to a party. They see me when I stop in after a run, a day at camp, a workout, and need something to drink. They see me when its just one of those days and all I want is some comfort food, and I want it now. And then, they see me when things seem to be going okay, it’s an okay kind of day and I’m just there, doing my thing. I think they have pretty much seen it all. Weird. For people that know nothing about me, they know me pretty well.

I have fallen in love with two little old ladies. They are spunky little things. One scoots her way around the facility, following me as I work, commenting on a world that resembles nothing of our own. The other knows exactly what she wants, when she wants it, even when she can’t have it, and she knows that too. They are fun, and funny, and completely content in their own little worlds, which is definitely not ours. Unfortunately I had to transfer one of them to the hospital on Sunday, I hope she is back by tomorrow, they make my days go by faster.



I bought myself a birthday present, a Wii. I had told people for a while now, and several holidays have passed, with no such present. I suppose I am too old, now I get practical things like underwear and tires; both of which are important and needed on a daily basis, which I suppose is for the better. Meh, I’ll buy my own senseless fun.

School started again. Class at 8am, which means getting to school by 7:45 to find parking, get to class, get situated, and all that. I am not a morning person. This class seems like it should be good. I like the teacher thus far, which is more than I can say for last semester’s class. I am trying my best to stay motivated.

Is it only for me because there’s a “to” and “from"?