Pink Cup Calls

There was a toilet paper emergency Monday morning at 8 am. I swore there was a full roll Sunday and somehow. I laced up for the grocery store to right it, carrying my favorite tumbler with me. Pink, plastic, full to the brim of water and ice. A rare gloomy LA day, wet walks and fewer sunglassed photo-ready folks with dogs on patios. Some cafe smoking bread. The new spot's construction finally starting after the building was bought early last year.

In the shop I got my favorite chocolate bar, the tp, bananas for Puhg. As I chose my bunch, I juggled all the items. I went through the fifteen items or less line. The cashier told me karma always works, just you see. "Sometimes it takes a while though!" I replied. (I do not believe karma always works. I think, for the most part, it sadly does not.)

Dropped my sunglasses back on and walked to the exit. As the automatic doors swooshed I heard, "You forgot." It was the cashier, but when I turned around she was chatting with another customer, hands busily scanning. Huh. I went home only to realize I didn't have my beloved tumbler. I imagined where I set it, I remembered, by the bananas. I saw the cup in my mind's eye whispering out at me.

Weekend, July 10 & 17

Worked well into the evening Friday, bad vibes, so went on a run. Golden sun, such glorious California trees. Jumped in the pool when it was said and done. Texted friends from the steps as the light fled and I became cold in my suit. Night laundry--surprisingly busy. Watched half a 2000s teen movie over chips and fancy ice cream (delivered).

Saturday tried something new--a gymnastics class. More casual than I could have guessed. Flopping over mats. Sweat more than usual for noon--a good time to get back in the pool. This time Puhg joined. I did handstands, this time without a spotter. Watched cartoons to prep for a meeting, salsa on the couch, and then friends in Aloha shirts arrived. We chatted too long to play Clue. Brought the hamster out onto the bed.

Like true 30somethings we tried a sports bar Sunday night. Dressed in purple, game so early I got two giant soft pretzels with mustard for the happy hour price. Early enough, home for a movie.

Or Friday ended earlier than expected because I didn't feel well. Add arrows to the to-do items in the calendar. That's next week's problem now. Tried it all--laid in bed and ice packs and a hot uphill walk. Rented a Bad Times at the El Royale because it was so stuck in my craw to see it. I didn't like it, but now I don't have to wonder. A party I hemmed over, but finally decided to go and ended up driving the birthday girl. Loads of old faces from the old city arriving. It was almost like the i_, so open with tall ceilings and everybody a little goofy. Ah, not LA in LA. (But there were vegan nachos.)

Second week of tumbling. Knew what to expect, but still learning. "You have the physical ability, but you're too nervous," that's my thing, I thought. This time the hot pool jump was pre-meditated. Lo joined. We bobbed for an hour, she's been on dates this week. Too quickly it was time to head to friends' for the basketball game. A huge spread and many folks I wanted to hear so much from, but priorities.

This morning I finished my book about demon possession and suddenly considered brunch. Puhg and I were told it'd be 45 minutes, which we don't usually do, but it felt so normal we decided on it--even though I didn't get the french toast I wanted, I liked being at a spot with kitchy wallpaper and tiles and no distractions and a rose water latte. I've meditated and made my schedule for the week. I brainstormed my newest idea. After I post this I will do one online personal development class and then organized some papers I've ignored. Then I will pat myself on the back with a horror movie and snacks. Popcorn, I think.