Welcome to Princess Beach on Prince Street
Thank goodness for this sweet place to relax and restore. Its finally done and just in the nick of time. The day started off innocuously enough but by this evening devolved thoroughly.
First of all I didn’t sleep enough, recipe for trouble. After a nice morning swim, a lovely yoga of long held supine poses I took off with Moki on errands.
First to drop off return items at my neighborhood UPS shop. Onward to the phone store for a simple landline. I picked up a hard wired style phone for emergencies.
Third stop Berkeley Bowl which I really dislike but was out of tea and they sell in bulk. Half way home I realize I wasn’t wearing my prescription sunglasses. Couldn’t find at the Bowl, bummer.
Next I walk in the house, my phone rings and I ask to have a moment to collect myself with which I catch my foot, must have been a loose molecule, and flip back into the door which crashes shut. “Be right there.” Lol.
After we hang up, I go to the garden to look around. I check the baby veggies. One kale withered. I pull the hose over and of course trip on another molecule. My hand squeezes the nozzle. I get a bath. Enough of the hose, I coil it back on its stand.
On my way inside I see Moki’s water bowl is low. Rather than using the hose I go inside fill my electric kettle and start walking toward the bowl outside. Yes a molecule. Only this is a disaster. It’s a glass kettle and I fly with it leaving what looks like a forensic scene. Glass and water everywhere. And then Moki’s coming to my aid. But to do so he will be in a mine field of glass shards. I make him sit stay away from me but his job is to come when I fall. Now both of us are upset and shaking. I crab crawl to a handy towel and sit on it to gather the shards with a doubled over plastic bag. The glass is everywhere, water is everywhere ( but the water bowl). Twenty minutes later I’m done. It needs vacuuming and luckily that will happen tomorrow. God I wish I could drink…
Moki and I go collapse on the bed. I realize its 7, he needs to eat, I should also. After pouring him a lip smacking bowl of kibbles I decide to heat the soup I made yesterday and have popcorn with it. I put a small handful of popcorn grains in a brown paper bag in the microwave. I walk into another room, hear it popping but notice a burnt smell. I pull out the bag and the thing goes up in flames in my hand. I throw it in the sink turn the water on and narrowly avert a real disaster.
Enough. I pinch myself, I’m alive to tell the tale. Princess Beach I’m coming.