This week’s off to a

This week’s off to a slow start. I’m trying to do the million and one things I need to do, but I my feet are dragging. I’m having the kind of week where it seems really tedious to do all the routine things that need doing to make my life move along in an orderly fashion. Have you ever been in the shower and think, “Now I’m shampooing my hair. Then I will have to use conditioner. Then I will have to wash my body.” Usually, I really enjoy my showers, and routine just kinda does its routine thing and makes up the background structure for the day. But all at once, it just seemed so boring. Walking home: boring. Food shopping: boring. Sleeping: boring. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Maybe I need to do something outrageously fun to shake the autumn malaise out of me.

On an up note, it turns out we’ll be going to Denver for Christmas after all. There was a surprise deposit that was returned and it was for the exact amount of two plane tickets outta here, so it was DESTINY!

The pumpkin carving party was a lot of fun, though I ended up spending fifteen minutes carving what amounted to a seven-year-old’s first go at a jack o’ lantern. Abby was nice and said it was “cute,” but really it was really suck town. It wasn’t a freakin’ Jesus pumpkin, that’s for sure. Krista’s was the hit of the party, for sure. On Halloween, J and I stayed home and finished up our Lost dvds. I bought three bags of candy in case any stray trick-or-treaters wandered past, but it turns out all the kids in Brooklyn just go to the neighborhood stores for trick-or-treating. There’s something a little sad about getting all your candy from neon-lit pizza places and crappy dollar stores instead of people’s houses, but I guess you work with what you have.

Speaking of sad, I was in a Hallmark store yesterday, in line behind an older woman, who had this conversation with the cashier:

Lady: Heeeey!
Cashier: Hi there. So what day you coming in?
Lady: Pshw! The same day I always come in. Thursday! You know that.
Cashier: Right, right. Okay, just these? [takes stack of five or so cards from lady and puts them in a bag]. Okay, how do you spell your name again?
Lady: G-A-Y-E
Cashier: [writing name on bag] Okay.
Lady: I have to come Thursday, because I don’t get paid until then.
Cashier: Alright, well these will be waiting for you.
Lady: I won’t come in the morning! I’ll come in the evening, around this time, like I always do. When you’re working.
Cashier: Okay, they’ll be here.

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