Eda's World

What is one of the weirdest questions I've ever been asked while walking my dog? "You need some Vapo-Rub or Poli Grip?" Seriously, Thursday morning some sunburned guy in a red shirt in his 40s, total meth trash, was walking past me then stopped to ask me if I needed vapo rub and denture glue. I laughed and said, "Uh, no." I walked further, and after about ten feet, my inner monkey hissed at him. There was something just too bloody suspicious about him. Why did he have those things, they are for someone seriously older than him? I started having visions of beat up little old ladies, home invasions, or car theft. I saw him ask a guy getting out of his car the same question. "I'm trying to get $2 for the bus," he added. Ugh! Crackheads chiseling away for a hit just kill me. I used to feel bad for people. Now, I can hear the weasely wheedling in their voice, and it makes me want to scream at them to quit being useless. Not very Buddhist of ...

Hot damn, ya'll. I got my tickets to Europe: Paris, Bruges, Amsterdam, London and Northhampton. It is our 10 year anniversary and we decided we needed a repeat of our honeymoon. It's not the same places as the first time, but it is two weeks like the first time. We're meeting our niece Alex in London, and we are taking her to Northhampton with us to meet Val's (Scott's mom, Alex's grandmother) Brit side of the family. We are also bringing Val's ashes to scatter in her hometown, so this trip will have some solemn bits in it. This morning was a long leisurely one. I got a ton done on my laptop: bills, buying supplies, plowing through tons of email I ignored these past few days. We had coffee I bought at Whole Foods. I was a little disappointed because it cost $15 and tasted Meh. I'm sorry, for $15 it should have tasted like Angel pussy, it should make me want to kneel and weep because I'd finally found nirvana. Nope. Meh. Molasses flavored Meh, but s...