today was a cool day in los angeles. I knew it before I even felt it, because I had slept long and I had slept well. looking outside to the quiet streets, I thought the time might have been earlier than what it actually was, seeing how there was no one on the streets. daylight savings? nope. that’s in a few weeks, Google told me. there was no way not to be in a good mood – even if you’re one of those warm weather people. the breeze slipped in through our living room windows and found its way all the way back to the bedroom, but not before touching each of the other rooms first. it was to be a day of cleaning, cooking and laundry and that made me happy. I guess because I haven’t really gotten to play ‘house’ as much as others. grocery stores are an adult toy shop, warm towels become a beer buzz – that felt as gay to write as it probably did to hear, but it’s the truth. being domestic is my weekend away, I guess. it was also a day of food shopping, and I felt the overwhelming need to taste something from the days before. I do this a lot, mostly when I’m sick, as my Mom had the world’s greatest remedy of 7-Up and grape juice – it was a poor family’s Robitussinn and it would cure anything you had. sometimes I make that even when I’m not sick. but today was the day I would have Campbell’s Tomato Soup [cracked black pepper a must] and a grilled cheese with a Coca-Cola. this was made many a rainy day by both Mom and Dad. he’d be on the sandwiches and she’s man the stove. in retrospect, it wasn’t a hard dish to make, but I agreed with the kid on the front of the can. in the end, I chose Chicken Noodle, ’cause Lori was making pasta and forgot all about the Coca-Cola, but it didn’t matter – I know I couldn’t have done as good as a job as those two did with it anyway.
funny how that is.
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