Retro Lunch
I've had a pissy 9 days - a lovely date with disastrous repercussions, a bout of impulsive behaviour which makes me feel compulsively obsessive, acupuncture (it may be good for me but it sure ain't a massage), 2 completed then lost essays (one that mirrored falling in love with the umeboshi Japanese pickled plums - you try to find the mental energy to rewrite that!), cutting holes accidentally into my new stockings that I walked through a windstorm and 3 hours to buy, getting on the wrong bus in the dark and not noticing until I was so lost that I got off in what looked like a ghetto and had to chase down a cab, finding myself actually browsing over those 1.5 litre bottles of wine, dropping a lit cigarette into the radiator making me very late for work, and realizing after way too much money that natural deodorant just does not work. Things are looking up though. And I've just eaten a deliciously simple sandwich of health-food bulk bin naturally crunchy peanut butter spread onto Portuguese floured pada buns heated under the broiler and packed thick with dense spinach leaves and chopped iceburg lettuce. It's much much better than you would imagine. I wanted peanut butter because I wanted comfort and warmth but I didn't want sweet like grape jelly or marmalade so I opted for chlorophyll as a filling.
The leaves are still on the trees outside which is marvelous for mid November. There's nothing more depressing than the skeletal reach to the sky of bared limbs while the stores start to fill up with Christmas decorations.





