Dozen plus six

I just wanted some eggs and what I do when I want some eggs I go get eggs.

I purchased a couple other things while I was at the supermarket: whole coffee beans, chicken breasts, bread and such. I noticed a shopping cart in the parking row next to mine. I noticed it because there was a dark heap lying next to it. The heap had the shape of a person. I watched the cart and the heap as I went to my truck. I watched at least five people pay no heed to the heap. I thought maybe the heap was something similar to a discarded trash bag of laundry. I loaded my truck and put the cart into the corral. I noticed another person do nothing about the heap. The cart next to the heap was loaded neatly with what looked like items from the supermarket.

The area is not known for vagrants.

I walked across the lot to the cart and the heap. The cart was still a cart when I stood next to it but the heap was a woman.

She looked like she was asleep. She looked to be about mid-thirties. She looked clean. She looked pale and a little bit shiny. I thought there was a chance she was dead. "Miss, are you okay?" I asked and received no reply. I asked again and shook her at the upper arm and received no reply. I repeated my actions a second time and again received no reply. I thought I was committed. I could no longer just just walk away.

If she was dead she wasn't dead too long because she wasn't cold.

Then she moved a little. I asked again if she was okay and by now there was a couple nearby. The man had a posture as if he was willing to help but there was really nothing for him to do. She said, "Yes."

I watched her roll over a little as if she was going to get up but she didn't get up. I asked if she needed help. She said, "Yes," but her body language indicated that she meant to say no.

She then tried to get up but she couldn't. She was acting as a person who just woke from a deep sleep. I wondered how long she had been sleeping there. I wondered how she ended up passed out in a supermarket parking lot. She reached her hand out indicating that she wanted help up.

I remembered that I merely just wanted eggs.

I grabbed her hand but I have lifted enough people off of the ground to know that it is difficult to for a person to get up by just being lifted by the hand so I stepped a little closer and placed my other hand under her upper arm. The guy close by stepped a little closer to help her if she needed more help or maybe just to be ready in case she was going to fall back down.

She looked a little unstable on her feet but she also seemed to be done with receiving help. I headed back to my truck and the couple proceeded to their car.

I watched her through my windshield. She was just standing for a little bit. She seemed to be trying to get her body to work and then she walked away.

Point two

In the course of three days I walked by this spot over from beyond the finish line a dozen times.

There are times when I just have to wait.

I have to be somewhere before the roadways get closed for some special event and then I have to wait for that event to happen.

It is usually not a long wait but I usually end up drinking more coffee than I probably should but I also try to check my email and other Internet related things; I seek out the free wifi.

She was sitting with her father who seemed to be constantly checking in with his wife. She seemed to be smoothered by his attention; her personal freedom seemed to be infringed upon. He would leave her alone for a moment and then he would ask her how she was doing or some other unimportant question. She was looking about probably trying to figure out the reason for the slight increase of energy on a Saturday morning. The type of energy a 5K race brings about.

I think she knew I was doing more than just checking my email.

Sometimes I just try to breath

painting of paintings

I feel someone is playing a joke on me

I just want to sit and be alone and gather my thoughts.

I started in the cafe and sat at a long table by myself. I ordered a coffee just to make it look like I had something to do. I chose the table as a second choice because some old lady beat me to one of the little tables.

I didn't think it was a big deal because if someone else sat at the other end of the table, I would still have my privacy. Someone did sit at the other end of the table and it so happened that she had five friends. There were six seats at the table.

I sat at the crowded table drinking my coffee and checking my schudele for the next two weeks.

I noticed that there are something's missing from my calendar.

It wasn't going to be practical to wait those folks out so I headed over to the Shirpiro Courtyard were I knew there would be available seats.

I sat in one of those available seats. It was at the end of a long bench that had a young lady sitting directly in the center. I thought it wasn't a big deal because I would still have my privacy. I could sit with my iPod in my lab and type with two hands. It would not be as comfortable as typing at the table would have been but it would be doable.

I pulled out my tablet and opened a window for a new post and then three ladies sat right next to me. They sat so close that I had to move my messenger bag so that they could fit.

Being alone should not be that hard.

And now I forget what I was going to complain about.

Tins

Pistachios
Almonds, cashews, macadamian nuts
Dried cranberries, dried apricots, dried plums

Not shown was a hard boiled egg, carrot sticks and celery sticks.