what i had intended to do was draw. but, instead i started reading an article in a magazine. and working on a second glass of wine. and while the wheels are turning, i fear i have little coherency to offer. there is muted, long-distance drama droning at the backdoor of each thought.
but i am abuzz with hope. in Vonnegut's "A Man Without A Country," he said something along the lines of America could be a better place if Americans weren't so cheap and lazy. I think that a large part of this statement is in reference to Wal-Mart. I have a lot of opinions about the place, but I am fearful of verbalizing, as I do not have a lot of empirical data to support my hypothesis. Unfortunately, I can be pretty cheap and lazy. Like tonight for example. My husband wanted a mouse for his laptop. Staples was already closed. So we did what we really didn't want to do. But we're Americans, so we didn't wait. We wanted it NOW. Just getting past the parking lot was unplasant, a woman glared us down as we slowly pulled into our parking spot (there are a lot of publicly miserable human beings out there). The world I was raised in, you at least put on a happy face for strangers.
So if you are a grimacer, glarer or frowner, please, for the sake of appearances, try to smile. Please. It really makes a difference.