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Deep Thoughts on a Shopping Bag

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It’s the attention to little details that make shopping at Chapters such a delight for people like me who love this kind of thing.  If there must be a shopping bag, why not make it say something wonderful?  I forgot to take a reusable bag with me and I was walking, so I reluctantly said yes to a bag, but happily this one will NOT go directly into the recycle bin along with my guilt about the environment.  I will use it again, because you don’t just recycle John Keats.

Not in any way trying to out-do Keats, and everything he mentions in this quote is lovely, but I would like to change the sentiment a little to reflect my own personal preferences.

Give me

a blank canvas, crispy bacon,

Argentinian Malbec wine

soft candle light

&

a little peace and quiet…..

Hmmm… are all these things meant to go together?  I’ve never had bacon with my wine.  Or painted by candlelight either.

I do have some other weird habits though, one of which is reading labels and product descriptions and getting bamboozled into buying them simply because they sound peculiar and interesting.  I bought a hair product once because it promised to deconstruct my hair in to loose textured beach waves.  It contained black figs and sea salt.  Really.  Eventually I poured what remained of it down the sink because what it actually made my hair look like was a very structured haystack.

What is a beach wave anyway?  And why did I think I wanted some of those?  Hard to complain to the makers of a product when you don’t have a clue what they are promising you.

Great books are just the beginning.  Isn’t that an awesome little statement?  Even though it doesn’t specify whether it’s the beginning of something amazing or the beginning of something horrifying we still want to have those great books.  Because beginnings, right?

And we want those great books in great bags!

Thank you Indigo.  For your bags and your words and your little in-store coffee shop making all your books smell like Starbucks.  I will be back for more.  But you know that, don’t you?  Yes, you do.

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September Sunset

Due to diabolical schedule changes at work, I have been slogging away in that hell hole for the past four days in a row.  Normally three days one after the other is enough to kill me, so last night I was exhausted enough to pass out by eight p.m.  Yes, I know that’s pathetic.  I made up for it by getting out of bed at six this morning.

Although I haven’t done anything more strenuous yet than catch up on some reading and word game playing that I was too beat to even think about last night.  I wonder what people with interesting lives are up to?

These pictures are of a fifteen minute sunset from the other night.  I can’t be more specific than that because I really don’t remember what day it was.  Even as I was clicking away the lights were fading.  Makes me wonder what other wonders I’ve missed by working in a box with no windows and sleeping the rest of my life away.

As quickly as it happened, it was gone and there was nothing left but indigo.  Ever heard of sky-blue-pink?  I think that was it.