I’m writing this from out in The World, which is sort of weird. I’m at a coffee shop. I know, it’s a total cliche. But lately I have become so stuck in a routine it’s sick, so this morning I decided a little variety was in order. Hence, an outing.
I have never been the kind of person who is comfortable writing in public. Mostly because there are just too many distractions: I’ve never really trusted myself to stay focused, and it’s true, here there are so many more interesting things that whatever is in my head, and the blinking cursor on the page. Such as the conversation at the nearby table (I think it’s about PTA matters) and the music overhead (“Bombs Over Baghdad” by Outkast). Then there’s the parking lot I’m facing, with cars cruising past, and the Indy Weekly someone left on the table, which I really want to read. See? I’d never get a thing done if I wrote like this all the time. Luckily, though, I don’t have anything I HAVE to write today (a good feeling) so it’s all okay.
Can’t resist commenting (for the last time, and I’m sure many of you are oh so grateful) about Idol last night. I wanted Carrie to win, and she did. Which was great. But two hours of leading up to what really took, seriously, about thirty seconds? Please. Fox has ALWAYS been bad about exploiting the show for the most ad power possible, but that was ridiculous. Even seeing David Hasselhoff (!) didn’t make up for it. Sheesh. I’m not worried about Bo, though: I’m sure he’ll do just fine. He fit right in with Lynyrd Skynyrd, didn’t he? Brace yourself for that cover of “Sweet Home Alabama,” on ITunes soon. The show may be over, but the marketing goes on. And on. And on.
Finally, a story. The other day, I bought some Stonyfield Yogurt, and it was a little runny. Not totally, but enough to notice, so I tossed it and went to buy more yesterday. I went to Food Lion, where they don’t HAVE Stonyfield (my yogurt of choice) so I had to buy the store brand. This morning, when I went to open it, it looked good. Had a little liquid on top, so I tipped it sideways to drain it off and…..the entire container emptied out into the sink. Plonk! I just stood there, spoon in hand, staring at it. It’s just so Goldilocks: too runny, too firm. Where’s the Just Right? I don’t know, but I’m about at least six bucks this week in yogurt, so I’m not sure it’s worth finding out. There’s a message in there somewhere, although I don’t know what it is. Moderation? There is no Just Right? Or, there is and you just have to keep searching. Or—
Ooh, the expresso machine’s hissing. Maybe I should have another mocha. Or maybe….
See? Entirely too distracting. I told you!