Lowell trip, now with more magnetic poetry

Lowell trip yesterday, specifically for an appointment with my therapist; despite recent bouts of depression and feelings of worthlessness, I'm doing well, and she's come up with a great strategy for dealing with the complainers: make tallies of who complains about what and make a demographic study of it. She even suggested... blogging about it! So if you see any strange entries dealing with the kind of guff I hear from my customers, and it isn't the usual attention-mongering whining of my own, that's where I got that idea from.

And the little store-front Barnes & Noble downtown is having a half-price sale on their Magnetic Poetry kits. So far I've gotten the Love, Christian, Shakespeare and Red editions. I've got the original version somewhere, just need to dig it out and start playing around with them on our fridge or this nifty blackboard with a semi-metallic surface which we got back when I was school-age.

Marrith, my black alt is sooo close to maturing, and I got doughnut-y looking eggs right now:

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Writer's Block: On the Bus

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One hot summer day, as I was riding the bus home from Lowell, a woman sitting in back of me was holding a Styrofoam coffeecup of what appeared to be ice water in her lap. The bus hit a bump and the cup went flying, hit the floor and spattered the contents all over my thankfully sandalled feet. Then I realized I could smell the distinct reek of grain alcohol coming from the puddle. The driver called back, "Hey, what was that spill?" The woman replied, a little too quickly, "Oh, it's just ice water." I got up to put some distance between the puddle and I, and in so doing, I went and sat right behind the driver. At a stoplight, I leaned over and said to him, "Are they selling vodka-scented ice water now? Either that or it's water with an awfully high grain alcohol content." Which got a laugh from the bus driver.