The way-too-short weekend
Tonight is the end of my pseudo-weekend. Soon it’s back to work, and I’m trying not to think too much about it. Yesterday I was not able to go wine-tasting, because my derelict friends were already too hung-over from their big Saturday night out on the town to face the prospect of ingesting any more alcohol. Left to my own devices, I decided that this was probably a blessing in disguise because it meant that I would finally be able to get my grad school applications finished. I didn’t leave my apartment, I didn’t get dressed or take a shower, and I ate a variety of canned goods throughout the day as I cranked out the forms for the remaining three schools. By 8 p.m. I was done, and rewarded myself by watching the movie Frida. I know that’s kind of a lame reward, but whatever. It was better than I thought, but also made me realize that my life is not nearly as interesting as it could be. She sure had a lot going on, that Frida.
Today I mailed off all the applications, and then headed west to Point Reyes Seashore for a little hike. At the Fairfax post office, and later at Trader Joe’s, I was once again stumped by what I perceive to be the enormous number of people in Marin Country who are somehow free to shop and enjoy themselves in the middle of a weekday, and at the same time appear to be benefiting from sizable salaries. How are they doing this? They can’t all be trust-funders. Are they successful authors? Professors? Artists? The post office line was filled with no less than four almost-identical older, hippy-ish men wearing scruffy Polarfleece and Tevas with socks. Who are these guys? And Trader Joe’s! My god, the crowd at Trader Joe’s was of proportions the likes of which I’ve never seen before, at 3 p.m. on a Monday. Someone please email me and tell me how all these people can afford $800,000 homes in Marin, and yet be free enough to pop into TJ’s for a few bottles of wine in the middle of the day. However they are doing it, I want in.
In other news, I think I crossed a big threshold of nerdiness today by choosing a hike at Point Reyes with the specific intention of watching birds. I don’t own binoculars, so most of the birds appeared before me in the form of little specks off in the distance, but that doesn’t change the fact that I stopped into the Visitor Center only so that I could find out where they all congregate in the park. Those of you who know me well and have witnessed my obsession with my parrot firsthand are probably unsurprised by the fact that birdwatching may soon become one of my hobbies. You probably figured it was only a matter of time. And sadly, you were right.
Nothing much of culinary interest happened today.
Today I mailed off all the applications, and then headed west to Point Reyes Seashore for a little hike. At the Fairfax post office, and later at Trader Joe’s, I was once again stumped by what I perceive to be the enormous number of people in Marin Country who are somehow free to shop and enjoy themselves in the middle of a weekday, and at the same time appear to be benefiting from sizable salaries. How are they doing this? They can’t all be trust-funders. Are they successful authors? Professors? Artists? The post office line was filled with no less than four almost-identical older, hippy-ish men wearing scruffy Polarfleece and Tevas with socks. Who are these guys? And Trader Joe’s! My god, the crowd at Trader Joe’s was of proportions the likes of which I’ve never seen before, at 3 p.m. on a Monday. Someone please email me and tell me how all these people can afford $800,000 homes in Marin, and yet be free enough to pop into TJ’s for a few bottles of wine in the middle of the day. However they are doing it, I want in.
In other news, I think I crossed a big threshold of nerdiness today by choosing a hike at Point Reyes with the specific intention of watching birds. I don’t own binoculars, so most of the birds appeared before me in the form of little specks off in the distance, but that doesn’t change the fact that I stopped into the Visitor Center only so that I could find out where they all congregate in the park. Those of you who know me well and have witnessed my obsession with my parrot firsthand are probably unsurprised by the fact that birdwatching may soon become one of my hobbies. You probably figured it was only a matter of time. And sadly, you were right.
Nothing much of culinary interest happened today.
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