Up

Being from where I'm from and who I am, I've spent a lot of time looking at trees. This time of year is fantastic because I get to look up and see the bare branches, limbs, and twigs against brilliant blue, hazy white, and domineering grey skies.

Today I:

found myself alone in a shop, save for the scary FroYo man (who appeared to be reading the phonebook), eating frozen yogurt, watching Pocahontas, listening to Melissa Etheridge's "I'm the Only One", and looking at a blow up snowman in a hunting vest holding a rifle;

was yelled at by teenagers;

voted;

made smalltalk with the least friendly Friendly Church Ladies I've encountered;

discovered CVS still sells blank VHS tapes... but not pen cartridges or mechanical pencil graphite refills;

listened to blaxploitation groove;

"woke up" to road trip style singalong classic rock/pop;

eventually switched over to "classic pop wave up call;

at one point landed on "country, rock, and soul";

forgot my laundry for a few hours;

tripped over knitting yarn;

and

generally kept to myself.