So, last night, I'm at Target (home of many things good and wonderful...and probably completely socially irresponsible, but I keep reminding myself about baby steps). I was wandering around the HBA department, thumbing through hair dye and the clearance rack where I could drop $10 a bottle for Sebastian Laminates styling goo, if I was inclined to indulge over-priced crap (sometimes I am, this time not). I stopped by the deoderant section, 'cause Im gonna be running low in a week or so, and looked for my usual brand of appley-smelling goodness. Sadly, they did not have it. I grabbed some shower-fresh-something-or-other from the same brand and turned to walk away....but something caught my eye. I looked up a little, and there it was, gleaming like the Holy Grail of deodorants: Secret blah-blah-blah Vanilla.
Yes, you read that correctly: vanilla deodorant.
It goes without saying that I purchased said deodorant and am sporting it today. It is awesome, with a great and powerful awesomeness that makes me want to lick my own armpits....and that's saying something, 'cause I generally do not engage in licking armpits. Not even my own. Maybe especially not my own.
After the purchasing of the lovely vanilla deodorant (wow, how many times am I gonna get to say that word in one entry, huh?), I dragged my hiney out to wait for the cab I called. Lo, the plight of the car-free in the winter: will the taxi show up before your nipples get so hard they poke holes in your coat and you *really* start to freeze? Most times, the answer has been, yes - if you call them, they will come. Last night, not so much. I called my usual cab company, and got the standard 10-15 minute wait estimate. I waited. I waited some more. I continued waiting. After 25 minutes in 28 degrees, I called to follow up and they said, "Yeah, we have you on the list, but nobody en route yet."
Needless to say, I cancelled that shit and called another cab company (henceforth, my new favorite cab company). They had someone there in four minutes flat.
It's been awhile since I saw the magic in daily minutiea that used to take my breath away at the oddest moments. It's been a long time since I noticed the way someone's trenchcoat collar was tucked under funny and postulated that they must've been in a hurry to get out the door. It's been far too long since I did anything more than chug through the day like a locomotive on a one-way track. I miss being starry-eyed for no reason, I miss those tiny, intangible moments of awe at the universe and its unfathomable beauty. I'm tired of not getting enough sleep, of never being caught up with my laundry or my housework, of putting myself on auto-pilot to avoid what I don't like.
So, yeah....that's all done.
This morning, I got to work late. I fed my cats before I left the house, and gave them both a few minutes of cuddly-mom-time. I took the time on my way in to breathe in the morning sunshine and appreciate the wordless courtesy dance of commuters crossing paths on their way to bus or train. In the elevator, one of my fellow passengers read a headline about bombings in Baghdad on the in-elevator monitor, and looked down, shaking her head.
I think my joy is coming back.
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