Just a few minutes ago I walked over a freshly microwaved Trader Joe’s mac-n-cheese for Jewel. I found her sitting between her shopping carts ardently picking at items in her shoulder length puffy hair. Her moveable home was flush against the park fence on a reasonably chilly fall evening here in San Francisco.
“Would you like some mac-n-cheese?” I asked her.
“No,” she said half-heartedly probably wanting some but afraid if it was safe.
“Do you like mac-n-cheese?” I asked.
“Naaahh,” she said but she kept staring at the plate. Feeling disappointed I just quietly started to shuffle away.
“Thank you,” she said in a low voice.
“Your welcome,” I said confidently. I can’t say I blame her. And yet I wish she had said yes, taking a culinary chance, one that would have rewarded her because I ate the whole dish and scrumptious she was. Yes, my discipline to exercise and eat well every day starts to take on a daily routine that I don’t even think about while trying to lose 25 pounds. This means once in a while I can indulge in super-bad-for-you but oh-so-delicious foods.
If my condo sale goes through, I will also become homeless. Maybe. Fingers crossed. Would be my first quite successful real estate sale, and I will humbly toss out there, I don’t imagine my last. Moving smoothly is always a fine art. For now I’m in limbo and thus homeless. So, I ate the entire mac-n-cheese.
And I wonder where Jewel goes away to for a few days; haven’t seen her in a while. Maybe she has a weekday place because Sunday was the exact day I saw her last time. Goodness knows if I can ever effect more change than simply saying hello once in a while–frustrating how that works.
