Dean and I went to Lowe's Hardware on Rainier to get some stuff for the yard. While we were there we saw a short stocky woman with platinum blonde dreads and tattoos that covered her legs from the knees down. She had her collie-shepherd mix on a leash walking beside her. As we passed I heard her saying, "No. No. No!" I turned to see what was going on, and her dog was taking a giant crap in the middle of the aisle of the hardware store. I said to Dean, I hope she doesn't walk away and leave that. She then turned to the man who was with her and said: "I don't have a bag. Did you bring a bag? Go get me a bag. Go get me a bag!"
Later we went to Macy's to get a new waffle iron as our old one finally died. I think Dean had it from the 60's and it was terrific. But all things die sometime I guess. Anyway, I saw some placemats on the sale table that looked really nice: a kind of woven straw fiber with a thin black edge. They did not have a price marked so I took eight of them up to the cash register to ask how much. He said $36. I said $36 for the set? He said, no $36 each. And that is the sale price I asked? Yes he said. I just about crapped in the aisle. Who besides Paris Hilton would pay $36 for a placemat?
We also looked at some Denby Stoneware plates. They are gorgeous. But who can afford this stuff (interrobang here).
Just got a poem accepted for JAMA. Me happy now.