6:52 PM, on a Thursday evening, and the air outside feels like a million tons of heated caramel...
I’m not exactly sure how personal loopiness is officially defined but I think I might have qualified today. While boiling two veggie hot-dogs for dinner, I performed a stunningly progressive, almost jazzy, version of The Flintstones theme song. Several times.
Fortunately I had no audience.
It also occurred to me, early this morning, that Lucky The Leprechaun (who graces every box of Lucky Charms -- a cereal that I was munching on) is a bit too avidly gleeful to look at when you are in the: "I have risen but am not due to shine for quite some time yet" stage. Of course, after a couple of cups of tea and the sugar from the Lucky Charms kick in...
Anyway, now I’m chewing some gum, thinking about the weekend, and slowly drinking a tall glass of cold water. What can I say? I live on the cutting-edge...
Things I remember about my Grandfather: cigars, his big chair...and the bright yellow packets of Juicy Fruit gum he kept in his desk and used to give to me and my brother.
Things I remember about kindergarten: the taste of milk sipped through the paper straws we used to use, the smell of finger-paints, and the blonde girl with bright blue eyes who gave me my first kiss in the back of the school bus one afternoon.
And today? Green tea, Lucky Charms, "They’re a modern stone-age family," and heat that folds down like a thick liquid blanket...
--- JWR, 6/10/99
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