He learned something about himself. Half an apple fritter is not enough when the other half is available. Nobody else was there to eat it. It would just get old. Stale.
It was really about not being wasteful. And it went well with coffee.
Saturday’s Wandering Thought
Preparing to go out, he said aloud, “I need my sunglasses,” and picked up his hat, “and my hat,” picking up his sunglasses.
A weird system, but it worked.
Thursday’s Wandering Thought
He has a rhythm established to deal with his illness. About every seven minutes, he gets up and pees. Then he washes his hands, followed by his face, dousing his eyes with water. Returning to his bedsit, he drinks half a glass of water and refills it, and then blows his nose.
There’s method underlying the madness. It’s all a matter of feeling better and getting better.
Wednesday’s Wandering Thought
Albertson’s had changed their store around. Sure, the dairy, produce, meat, and bakery sections were in their usual locations, but the petfood section was moved over four aisles. The diet and nutrition section seemed completely excised, and he never did find several products.
They seemed to do this several times a year, and for no reason that he understood.
An Elder Rhyme
One, two
Where are my shoes?
Three, four
Did I shut the door?
Five, six
I need to replace my hips
Seven, eight
Come on, it’s getting late
Nine, ten
We have to do that again?
Friday’s Wandering Thought
Don’t count your money before they hatch, he reminded himself. Yes, the expression was amiss, but it felt oddly right today.
Wednesday’s Wandering Thought
He heard a character on a commercial say, “I’ll need a lot of duct tape. The sticky kind.”
That put him on a path of wonder, is there ‘non-sticky’ duct tape? Is this something he should google?
Tuesday’s Wandering Thought
After the server walked away, he turned to his partner. “Did you notice that she has glitter on her eyes?”
His partner’s expression widened in shock. “She has blood on her face?”
The shock was now his. “No, not blood, glitter. GLITTER.”
But he kept wondering, did he say blood? He thought he said glitter. Yes, he had to wonder.
Michael Seidel, writer 