Walking through produce, pass 5 men in blue pants, white shirts, standing in front of empty shelves.
The are discussing the new Natural Foods section that is going to be implemented.
One man says, "What color do you think we should make it?"
Another answers, "Blue?"
There is a silence.
"Blue is good."
A general shrugging, nodding.
NW.
Friday, April 22, 2016
NW
In line to check out, holding three things. There are two lanes open. Side by side.
Both lanes are empty.
I place my three items on the belt. The cashier in this lane is in a conversation with the next cashier. About her break.
Cashier #2 is leaning back and talking with her.
My three items remain on the belt.
There is a pause in the conversation. Cashier #1 turns toward me, moves her hand as though about to scan my items. Has another thought. Turns to relay it to cashier #2, as her hand drops. I just got faked out. She was like, I'm about to scan your items. Psyche!
"Hi," I say.
The cashier sighs. I have interrupted her.
NW.
Both lanes are empty.
I place my three items on the belt. The cashier in this lane is in a conversation with the next cashier. About her break.
Cashier #2 is leaning back and talking with her.
My three items remain on the belt.
There is a pause in the conversation. Cashier #1 turns toward me, moves her hand as though about to scan my items. Has another thought. Turns to relay it to cashier #2, as her hand drops. I just got faked out. She was like, I'm about to scan your items. Psyche!
"Hi," I say.
The cashier sighs. I have interrupted her.
NW.
Not Wegmans
It was recently confirmed that Wegmans is Queen Ruler of the Universe.
Publics Publix came in second.
There is another grocery store that will never make the rating scale. Ever. It just will never happen, but I feel they need some attention.
I have vowed not to shop there because they are so deeply Not Wegmans, but still, due to location location location, I sometimes run in for a loaf of bread, a bottle of milk, a stick of butter.
And every single time, I leave with an experience. No two the same.
And every single time, I think, "This would never happen at Wegmans."
Tonight, while passing the produce department, a woman was loudly telling a man, "If I was straight, I'd get with you. But it's just not that way."
The man pulled out his wallet, opened it, starts to take out a bill.
The woman said, "Get the #@&! out of here!"
The man quickly put his wallet away, saying, "I'm just playing, you don't have to get all mad."
NW.
There is another grocery store that will never make the rating scale. Ever. It just will never happen, but I feel they need some attention.
I have vowed not to shop there because they are so deeply Not Wegmans, but still, due to location location location, I sometimes run in for a loaf of bread, a bottle of milk, a stick of butter.
And every single time, I leave with an experience. No two the same.
And every single time, I think, "This would never happen at Wegmans."
Tonight, while passing the produce department, a woman was loudly telling a man, "If I was straight, I'd get with you. But it's just not that way."
The man pulled out his wallet, opened it, starts to take out a bill.
The woman said, "Get the #@&! out of here!"
The man quickly put his wallet away, saying, "I'm just playing, you don't have to get all mad."
NW.
Sunday, April 17, 2016
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Midwinter spring is its own season
Although I'm thinking that technically, if T.S. Eliot lived in Western NY, it would have been titled Midspring Winter...for that poetic time when the Spring Equinox has passed, the winter boots are set aside to be stored (not so pompous as to store them yet ) the thick gloves exchanged for thin ones...and then a week into April, a fresh blanket of white covers everything, and then two more down comforters of white are added, and the boots are back and the thick gloves too and hope does not spring eternal, but Spring Hope is eternal.
This is not about eternal winter though. This is about an obituary I read titled The Meaning of Meaning, and it brought to mind the oft quoted line: And the end of all our exploring/ Will be to arrive where we started /And know the place for the first time
Or as a friend once said, "When you are 80 or older, you'll look back and see exactly how one thing led to another and everything will make perfect sense." And I thought GollyDarn that is a long time to wait for things to make sense. And anyway, what if that is just wrong?
Perhaps instead of looking back to see where one experience feeds another and grows us this way and that, it is safe (and maybe pompous ) to say that purpose is beyond the end we figured:
If you came this way,
Taking the route you would be likely to take
From the place you would be likely to come from,
If you came this way in may time, you would find the hedges
White again, in May, with voluptuary sweetness.
It would be the same at the end of the journey,
If you came at night like a broken king,
If you came by day not knowing what you came for,
It would be the same, when you leave the rough road
And turn behind the pig-sty to the dull facade
And the tombstone. And what you thought you came for
Is only a shell, a husk of meaning
From which the purpose breaks only when it is fulfilled
If at all. Either you had no purpose
Or the purpose is beyond the end you figured
Back to The Meaning of Meaning: this man got past 80 and I daresay, he circled and learned and grew and taught all in a life's work. Lovely piece.
This is not about eternal winter though. This is about an obituary I read titled The Meaning of Meaning, and it brought to mind the oft quoted line: And the end of all our exploring/ Will be to arrive where we started /And know the place for the first time
Or as a friend once said, "When you are 80 or older, you'll look back and see exactly how one thing led to another and everything will make perfect sense." And I thought GollyDarn that is a long time to wait for things to make sense. And anyway, what if that is just wrong?
Perhaps instead of looking back to see where one experience feeds another and grows us this way and that, it is safe (and maybe pompous ) to say that purpose is beyond the end we figured:
If you came this way,
Taking the route you would be likely to take
From the place you would be likely to come from,
If you came this way in may time, you would find the hedges
White again, in May, with voluptuary sweetness.
It would be the same at the end of the journey,
If you came at night like a broken king,
If you came by day not knowing what you came for,
It would be the same, when you leave the rough road
And turn behind the pig-sty to the dull facade
And the tombstone. And what you thought you came for
Is only a shell, a husk of meaning
From which the purpose breaks only when it is fulfilled
If at all. Either you had no purpose
Or the purpose is beyond the end you figured
Back to The Meaning of Meaning: this man got past 80 and I daresay, he circled and learned and grew and taught all in a life's work. Lovely piece.
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