today when i was helping a man at the registers, I heard him lean over and speak to his son who was playing with the magazine rack. I didn't hear the whole conversation but caught the youngsters name, which was Copeland. I expressed my admiration of the name to the father and asked if he was called after the composer or was it a family name. He responded, both-the composer was in the family. i should have gotten the boy's autograph :)

i am grumpy today and the fact that i cannot pinpoint a reason why, other than the blasted wrong side of the bed must be harrassing me again, just augments my hatefulness. i cannot even stew in my meaness without being plagued by the knowledge that many more people have many more reasons than i to be grumpy. but, thankfully, i have reached deep within myself for hidden resources and have carefully sheilded my negativity from all thoughts of attitude being the paintbrush of life or other such nonesensical quotes that haunt my memory from middle school, and am still unabashedly a grump.

Favorite book titles of the day:
'The day my butt went psycho,' a book title not to be outdone by the other titles by the same author, such as 'Butt wars: the final conflict' and 'Zombie butts from Uranus,' titles surely to appeal to the 8-12 year boys they were intended for....um....and me.

'I will never not ever eat a tomato' another book from the childrens section. This is amusing simply because it reminds me of a time, when i was four or five, that i was staying at a friends house while my parents were out of town and i refused to eat my sandwhich at lunch because i did not want the tomatos. i was forced to sit at the table for HOURS until i ate it. i don't think i ever did finish the sandwhich. I am sure i was a snot about the whole episode, very much deserving the weighty sentence, but at the time, even at my young age, i felt the event quite unjust and was filled with all of the righteous indignation a five- year-old can muster. Not only did she want me to eat tomatos, she wanted me to drink fruit juice too! me, a girl who from birth only drank water, milk, apple juice, and the occasional hot cocoa. I think my dislike for plain, raw tomatos continues to this day out of sheer stubborness.

i am feeling bloggish.

word of warning: never get between a Yuppie and their coffee. bad things happen. very bad things.

so its amazing how you have mini-moments with people. sometimes, not often, but sometimes, in the time it takes me to find a customers book and give it to them, a connection is formed between me and the person i am helping. for me, these moments generally happen with old women, as it seems i have the same tastes and preferences as women of 60+ years. A few days ago i met a woman looking for a nat king cole cd (i love nat) and so as we headed over to the easy listening section, i asked if she wanted a particular album. She responed easily, no i just want something with ramblin' rose on it. I told her i knew the song and continued chatting and come to find out the reason she wanted the cd because her husband had passed away (bless his soul, said she) and she wanted to listen to his favorite song while thinking about him. She wasn't sad, she just stated the facts, and we found her the cd. we talked a few more minutes and she went happily away, saying that she would now think of me too whenever she listened to nat. i guess in my romantic nature, i like and find it beautiful that she can think of her husband who is gone without extreme sadness or bitterness, bitterness often seems closely tied to death. instead, she is able to remeber the time they had with joy. my written account does not capture the sweetness of this woman and even 'sweet' seems to be a word too saccharine and cliche to describe her, she was true, simple, honest, vulnerable, and loving. i liked her a lot.