so close and so far away
Dec. 23rd, 2004 09:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireI'm at home, listening to the drug dealers blast their music and their phone ring off the hook. The holidays must be a boom time for naarcotics. Nothing says I love you like that baggie of meth, or a nice powder puff of cocaine.
I was massively depressed, shopping in the grocery store tonight for last minute baking things. Horribly, and it wasn't improved by the certainty that thew new sushi counter stuff is a far cry from the old. Carrots do not belong in my california rolls. It's just not right. Woe.
But it was made a bit better by Larisa, from Russia, who was working the register. She commented on my Russian army hat, and when I thanked her in Russian her eyes lit up like Christmas lights. I think she was so glad to hear the sound of it so unexpectedly, and it made my evening easier on the heart.
I spent the afternoon after work at my mother's house. My grandparents drive to Houston in the morning. We talked a bit, and my grandfather told me the interesting story of his father's father who earned a Medal of Honor in the Civil War. He was fighting with the Rhode Island militia, and a group of men barefoot and unarmed captured a Confederate gun post and turned it on the enemy. Fancy that.
I should probably finish that chocolate raspberry cream pie so I can go take a shower. We don't seem to have any hot water however.
I was massively depressed, shopping in the grocery store tonight for last minute baking things. Horribly, and it wasn't improved by the certainty that thew new sushi counter stuff is a far cry from the old. Carrots do not belong in my california rolls. It's just not right. Woe.
But it was made a bit better by Larisa, from Russia, who was working the register. She commented on my Russian army hat, and when I thanked her in Russian her eyes lit up like Christmas lights. I think she was so glad to hear the sound of it so unexpectedly, and it made my evening easier on the heart.
I spent the afternoon after work at my mother's house. My grandparents drive to Houston in the morning. We talked a bit, and my grandfather told me the interesting story of his father's father who earned a Medal of Honor in the Civil War. He was fighting with the Rhode Island militia, and a group of men barefoot and unarmed captured a Confederate gun post and turned it on the enemy. Fancy that.
I should probably finish that chocolate raspberry cream pie so I can go take a shower. We don't seem to have any hot water however.