I got a ride to the hospital with my brother-in-law this morning. Riding with him is like an amusement park ride, as you are tossed around his truck while he careens around curves at high speed. It almost (but not quite) eliminated the need for caffeine. We stopped off in Mendocino to get caffeine, where I discovered that I had no money at all, not even change, so he had to buy me an espresso, too.
I must be running out of brain cells. Yesterday I kept trying to open the car trunk with my house key. It took me three tries to figure out what was wrong. Now, if I could only get a brain transplant…
I went to the Safeway after they carted my mother off to chemotherapy and got a) money; 2) the latest In Style magazine. I confess that I bought an embroidered skirt with tiny mirrors on it in Berkeley last week, but I promise I’m not turning into a hippie.
June 18th, 2005 at 2:10 pm
The skirt sounds adorable; best wishes to your Mom. My favorite thing about this post is how you went with a) and 2) instead of 1), 2) or a), b)
June 19th, 2005 at 1:50 am
Perhaps we were separated at birth. Brain cells? Losing them fast, I am. Mirrored skirt? Can I borrow it?
My best to your mother. And to you.
June 20th, 2005 at 7:29 am
I saw the most incredible skirt at the Symphony on Thursday. Black and white with silver beading/mirrors. I was coveting it quite badly.
June 22nd, 2005 at 7:58 pm
My favourite skirts have mirrors and beads on them, then again I am a bit of a hippie, I can admit it.