Sunday was mostly clear blue skies in the morning until later on in the afternoon where the orangey sun in its ovoid stare sets behind purple mountains and into the Pacific Ocean. I caught site of sylphs somewhere over the Blossom Hill area this morning on our way to Carrow’s Restaurant.
Saturday was also nice but freezing. After shopping late into the afternoon, my mind’s eyes captured another moment where the golden glints of orangey lights crowned the scalloped edges of purple, fluffy clouds. If I could paint well, I would try to recreate these beauties. Being on the apex of a bridge provides a better vantage view than down at ground level at home.
Lots of afternoon moments were not recorded for many month — seagulls flying upon a brown bag of food left on the parking lot today, geese flying in V-formations homebound several times over our home, pigeons sitting on highway lights nearby cellphone towers as always and the occasional blue birds cawing and black crows barking in our backyard.
The sun would set around 04:30PM Pacific Time. Each sunset would mark another day’s end. I won’t smile anymore either. Shopping lacks any fulfillment: Targets — three more vests, two cleaning items, one bathroom tension rod, one spa chair and four vinyl covers for ‘Paw’s pillows and bed; Sears — one red outfit ‘Made in Vietnam’ and one tomato-colored shirt; Longs Drug and Walgreens — nail polishes of purple, orange, brown and lavender; and nothing at Kohl’s because I had the urge to pee. Nothing is new except more charges on my credit cards.
The only new event was joining a bunch of church folks for $3.00 per plate — two tamales, one glob of beans, one spoonful of rice and a side salad. Drinks included on glass of pink punch or a donation for a cup of alcoholic beverage. I got a cup of coffee instead. Nachos were $1.00.
‘Katey’ was the first senora we met around 01:00PM and she allowed us entry prior to the 01:30PM ‘opening’ when the parishioners finished mass around 01:50PM. She went on about making oneself happy without depending on others (like her spouse), respecting others as she would in return, practicing praying (despite religion’s man-made words of ‘God’) and telling there are lots of fish out there and that I should go to New York and enjoy life. I told her I would — yeah right.
Next I met, ‘Zumira’ whose husband ‘Clyde’ works at the same place the temp agency from hell has placed me. I was nice enough to throw her plate away and she thanked me. We started talking briefly and I noticed her slight stammer. She asked my first AND last name. I will not be forgotten.
The musicians were four Mexicano and they played guitars well. The only song ‘Zumira’ and I knew were ‘Guantenamara’, which both of us sang towards the end rather loudly along with the guitarists. This event was some sort of Guadalupe Society fund raising. I calculated about twenty tables sitting about fourteen guests per table. The event was wrapping up around 02:00PM.
Its one hour past midnight and my orange nail polish still smells of fumes. The removal of the electric blue nail polish took too many cotton balls and the tips of my fingers became angry and dry as a result of the harsh chemicals of the non-acetone nail polish remover.
Dinner was served and eaten yesterday. And I went to bed early to sleep of my glucose attack with two scoops of my favorite ice cream — chocolate chips. I awoke after hearing ‘Maw’ turn off her bedroom lights. Then I watched mindless television shows to try falling asleep. I haven’t touched my E-book in a while until I find that ‘missing’ charger, which is probably under my bed but I’m too lazy to retrieve.
Today will be another afternoon after another day at work. I don’t know what else to add except that I’m getting sleepy from all that shopping yesterday. My new Sketchers shoes worked wonderfully well the whole and didn’t find a pair from Payless because of this one shoe that I liked didn’t come in a ‘wide’. I will be wearing those shoes from now on at work, my bright nail polish and my frown face too.
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