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Sugar Rush [Apr. 29th, 2018|09:05 pm]
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I was bad in Safeway and bought donuts. They had an oversupply and thus a surprise sale of a dozen assorted for $1.99. The were pre-packaged, so I couldn't pick exactly what I wanted, but I got a box with a decent selection. Safeway doesn't make the best donuts, but at tat price they were a little over 16 cents each. When I was a kid donuts were a nickel, and now even Safeway's donuts are 79 cents, though a nickel adjusted for inflation from about 1955 would be close to fifty cents, so at the back of my mind was the thought that buying these donuts now would be like getting them for less than two cents each in 1955. How could I resist making myself sick so cheaply?

Nobody ever said I had good judgment.

The rain didn't amount to much in the end. I don't know how much fell overnight, but the yard was not very wet when I went out this morning. But then just after one o'clock this afternoon there was a sudden cloudburst, and everything got drenched. It didn't last very long— it was over in less than ten minutes— and that one cloudburst probably brought almost all the rain we've gotten from this storm. Birds and feral cats scurried for cover, the downspouts flowed noisily, and sudden puddles appeared, reflecting the blustery sky. Half an hour later it was all sunlight, and a landscape of grass and shrubs and trees bejeweled with bright drops of water.

No traces of rain fell during my shopping trip. When I got home I decided to spoil my dinner by eating a couple of those cheap donuts. They won't stay fresh for long. In a couple of days they'll be stale, with watery spots on them. I'm sure the nephew will be glad to come around and wolf at least half of them down before it comes to that. And if he's eating cheap donuts he can't be eating my more expensive foods. Or at least he'll eat less of them. That means they were a good investment after all.




Sunday Verse



Waitressing in the Room With a Thousand Moons


by Matthea Harvey


Is difficult at best. The moons desperately want to circle
something, so when a dish comes out, they dive-bomb it, bump
into each other and a dusting of moon-rock falls into the food.
We call that Parmesan. They know the plate won't be a planet.
We've been here for centuries and not once has a planet come in.
I guess they do it just-in-case. Having lived most of their
lives too close to everything, their sense of perspective is
poor. A plate of dumplings can start to look like a solar
system. Lately the moons seem to be losing hope. They're just
going through the motions and their waning is way more
convincing than their waxing. They no longer swarm around each
swirl of steam. A red smear signals Ketchup, not Mars. The food
is not very good, but people keep coming. Some come with nets to
sieve the sky for the tiniest butterfly-sized moons. Security is
good, though—no moon has ever been smuggled out. And most of the
diners look up the whole time, which makes it easy to get their
attention when we recite the specials. We, the waitstaff, are
waiting for the day when we come into the restaurant and find
the moons circling another moon. Below them, we endlessly orbit
the tables. Our leader has left us too.

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[User Picture]From: gracegiver
2018-04-30 04:38 am (UTC)
"How could I resist making myself sick so cheaply?" hehe. Isn't it amazing what we'll tell ourselves when there's a sale.

Your Sunday verses intrigue me. Are they pieces you've collected? How do you choose what to share?
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2018-04-30 08:30 am (UTC)
Sometimes they are poems I've known for a long time, other times they are poems I've only lately discovered. I have no specific means of deciding what to post. Sometimes an entry makes me think of a particular poem and I'll dig it out, but other times, when nothing comes to mind, I'll just snag something off the Internet and cut and paste it.
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[User Picture]From: zyzyly
2018-04-30 03:14 pm (UTC)
I love this Sunday verse. It would go good with a plate of cheap donuts and a cup of coffee.
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2018-05-01 08:48 am (UTC)
I imagine playing the poem on the jukebox while the moons whirl about.
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