mishmash and applesauce …

I’m eating my yogurt today with a fork.

G. is furious with me this morning because she left her coat on the ground. She left it there yesterday and then it rained so she was forced to wear a different coat, the black nylon one with pink stripes. She claims this coat is not warm, she pointed out it’s a cold day. I hardly think the other coat is much warmer, I suspect it’s a fashion thing. Or routine thing. Or more likely, even, a morning thing. (There are certain things I passed down, a distaste for mornings is one of them.)

The coffee leaked today, from the pot. I don’t know how this could have happened since it has never once from this pot happened before. I’m drinking the part of it that didn’t leak out of a mug that’s been shaped like a pumpkin. Ironically, as I drank it, Pumpkin the cat jumped next to me and watched.

It’s rained here, now, for three thousand days straight. And honestly I don’t mind it. Yes, I complain — to checkout clerks and hair dressers, mostly — that’s what one does, it’s a courtesy. But really I don’t mind, except for the coat that was left in the yard.

The badminton net is up if you’d like to come play. It’s near where the coat was left. I still haven’t finished my yogurt.