I cut my finger while cutting open a mango today. (What a "cadillac problem".) A mango? Oh poor me! Yes, I had mango and blueberries for breakfast. But the cut was enough to need a plaster, so I delighted in being able to get out my "first aid kit" which was left over from going 'on the road' which consists in its entirety of a box of Sesame Street plasters.
I know it's pathetic but they cheer me up. And lo and behold, the first one I picked out turned out to be Cookie Monster!
I consoled myself further by having one of my favourite biscuits in all the world - Benton's Oatmeal Raisin Cookies.
I love them. I'm so glad I still have two left. I would set up an ordering system of those for myself if I were a millionaire because you can't even get them in the UK, let alone the Czech Republic. But currently I have to put in orders for them to anyone who goes out to Illinois and can pick some up from Aldi. Or at least, I think that was the particular supermarket that stocked them.
Anyway, it must have done me good to have both the mango and cookies because I had a rather productive day and even tackled a vicious circle-like bureaucratic problem that I had been putting off for ages because it's so hard to work out which aspect applies to my situation. And it involves listing all my addresses for the last ten years, which is not only time-consuming because there are 7 addresses to list, but also painful because I remembered just how often I only just got settled somewhere only to have to move again and contrastingly got stuck in places I hated and felt trapped in for longer periods of time.
It made me think of the summer back in 2006 when it was really hot and all the grass in Kensington Gardens went a lifeless beige colour and I spent lots of time in the park, knowing I'd soon have to move house and wondering where on earth I'd end up and if I'd still be able to get to the park within half an hour or not. The park became my home that summer. Which sounds terrible. But it sort of did. The general routine was to walk along to the nearest coffee place and get some kind of terribly calorific frappuccino thing and then find myself a nice spot under a tree in my favourite part of the park and put out some kind of blanket and sit and listen to Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince's "Summertime" on my old and chunky iPod.
It's tragic what completing a bit of useless form-filling does to you. I suppose I can blame the insomnia too, which is becoming a theme of my life at the moment. Still, I can revel in the fact that 1) I have an evening to myself now, 2) one of my meetees bought me red roses this week
and 3) I made lots of progress with working towards important goals of mine today. So it's not all bad. And I still have salt water taffy leftover from San Francisco so I can munch on that and reminisce a bit when it all gets too much.
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