If you're crazy and you know it, clap your hands

I have come to the conclusion that my life is a series of embarrassing moments.

"Life" being this week. But still. I'm at work again, and there is this STUPID GNAT that has been trailing me all day and refuses to be killed. So I'm behind the counter, trying to smush it by clapping my hands and trapping it, when I look up and see a woman in the children's section.

The customers that come in here must think, "Wow, that East End Shirt Company sure is swell for hiring young adults with special needs!"

Note to self: singing at work is NEVER appropriate

WOW I AM SO EMBARRASSED RIGHT NOW I CAN'T EVEN USE PUNCTUATION

So I'm at work pricing new inventory and listening to Al Green at a fairly loud volume because there really isn't much foot traffic on Wednesday afternoons.

Now, "Love and Happiness" always requires backup singing. It's just a rule. So I'm singing along and pricing, completely oblivious to anything going on, when I see two guys in their early twenties looking at shotglasses. There is NO WAY they didn't hear me.

Can you feel my embarrassment radiating through your computer monitor?

I thought so.

Coffee with the boys

Today is my first day off in a week. Unfortunately, the clouds are back on duty. Sigh.

I drove Keira to school this morning; she had full reign over the iPod and chose to listen to the Beatles! The young grasshopper is learning well. After dropping her off, I picked up a bagel and coffee and went down to the beach to finish listening to Abbey Road.

It's kind of nice not having much to write about for a change. Even though I've been working all the time, being home just feels like a long exhale.

Cars, trains, and aeroplanes

I just watched a video posted on Coldplay's website and tried to express my feelings about it here, but it just didn't work and I ended up erasing everything I'd written. Watch it and you'll understand what I mean.

Since voicing political observations is fruitless, here's a social observation! Today I had to drive to Ocean Avenue to pick up an order for East End, and had to stop to let a train go by when I was going through Ronkonkoma. Later, I was driving back east on the Expressway when I saw a plane fly directly in front of me on its way to Islip. It was just a weird thing to see different forms of transit even while moving myself from point A to point B; even weirder was when I thought about what would happen if everyone just stopped.

Only in dreams, I suppose.

Maybe 'Socks' would've been a better name for the cat

After an few uncertain days, Ginny and I are now on excellent footing. I arrived home Thursday night, relieved that Jamila (the anthurium) made it home safely in the car, only to find her waxy pink flower and broad leaves completely demolished when I woke up in the morning.

The tooth punctures in the remaining bit of the flower gave Ginny away.

She even ate the entire pistil.

Despite the fact that she is merely a house plant, I defended Jamila's raggedy self by holding a grudge against Ginny for a few days. She fully redeemed herself about five minutes ago, though, when she crawled under my blanket and curled up on top of my frozen feet.

True fact: keep my feet warm and I will love you forever.

I'm listening to Sufjan Stevens right now and imagining the pair of fuzzy socks he undoubtedly keeps with him, waiting for the day we meet* so he can give them to me.

*Meet = get hitched.