Diario de FullaBella, 11 mar. 14

Tuesday Morning - March 11th. According to Coco Chanel: “The woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.” So I did. Myself. Alone in the bathroom with a pair of rusty scissors. Chopped it all off into a pixie length mop.

That may read falsely courageous as I still wear a wig in public but I like it. All the color damaged split ends are gone. I actually have some healthy (albeit still thin) looking hair now and I think the nightly stimulating (good old fashioned scratching all over akin to 100 brush strokes) is helping awaken some new growth.

ATF yesterday was less than stellar; I know where it went south and take full responsibility. I’d just eaten a late afternoon lunch of tuna and pickles when my grandson stopped in and wanted to ‘do something’ and then said ‘your lunch is making me hungry’ (empty bowl on the back desk in the shop). After closing the shop we harnessed Mushy and walked around downtown checking on my empty buildings in need of tenants (sigh) and stopped at the corner pub to sit outside in the 70 degree sunshine (yay) while Nana bought the bottomless pit a Reuben to eat.

I’d heard the pub makes a great homemade hummus so I ordered some, although not hungry, to snack while he ate. Then I had some of his Reuben while he at most of my hummus. Not off the rails catastrophic but my stomach was clearly talking back to me with a ‘hey… what gives… we’re already at capacity in here as it is!’

After that we walked back to the warehouse and played basketball. Well, we played basket, I guess. The ball was mostly deflated and wouldn’t bounce so we just took turns throwing it at the goal, each other, etc. I kept running about hoping to work off some of the extra food.

Then I let him ( driving permit ) chauffeur me to Lowes to pick up some things for my church. Oh My Gosh. The garden area was stuffed with beautiful fresh plants and the wonderful odors were intoxicating - especially of the lemon trees - but I stuck with the landscaping soil and birdseed. I know we have at least one more freeze coming before Easter. If not, well, I’m sure there will still be plants and I’ll enjoy them all the same.

Back to ATF - no ‘dinner’ after all the extra but a small bowl of oatmeal and off to bed. Then the most aggravating undying craving for french fries hit me. And of all the foods I have on hand, potatoes wasn’t one of them. I had a sweet potato in the fridge but I wasn’t wanting those; I wanted a good old crispy Idaho.

But instead of honoring the Big 3 of EWYL (What do I want, have, and need) and accepting french fries were coming in at a 2-1 loss for ‘have & need’ did I say ‘well, just go to sleep and forget it - tomorrow if you still want them you can walk your self over to the market and buy a potato.’ Nope. I substituted the homemade chili and a warmed biscuit instead. Total lack of logic there. No mindfulness. Just filling a ‘craving’ with food rather than satisfying the craving with attention and intention. Stupid. Recoverable but stupid.

I laughed at Cutty yesterday as he literally brought the ‘mountain to Muhammad’ when a firetruck, lights but no sirens, parked in the street in front of my shop. They were just on standby for a local fender bender at the intersection so once I determined no one was seriously injured I asked their permission to sprinkle some ashes in front of the truck. There, another bucket list item checked off. I’ll also be taking some to San Antonio with me and sprinkling them in the river as that will be our 25th anniversary weekend.

But for now, I need to brace my day with another bullet proof coffee. In fact, I need a kevlar of coffees. I finally realized mid-day yesterday it’s SPRING BREAK.

I know those two words usually bring to mind keggers and wild parties but in my world it means a shop full of little rug rats daily smearing my glass display cases with their sticky fingers because their parents or grandparents don’t know what to do with them but are too cheap to take them somewhere that isn’t free.

Poor little kids. I often think of picking up ‘admission free for kids’ type tickets to all the places I can - just so they can whine at the adults to ‘take me!’ That would certainly stop these ‘bus tours’ or at least, shorten them, hmmm? Insert image of hand washing with evil cackle here.

So that’s about it for now. The weather guru’s are predicting sunshine and a high of 78 here today. Hopefully my grandson will get to pitch (baseball game) this afternoon. Even if he doesn’t, it’ll make for a nice afternoon to sit in the sun and chatter at the batter.

Y’all have a good day now, ya hear? Batta-batta-batta-SuhWing….

Bells

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