Oh I had a good day today. I'm plugging in the TicToc mp3 player (which is sadly showing its age) to try to write the playlist that carried me home. Somehow it was picking mostly songs that I'd added recently to it--odds are it was not on shuffle. But it spiced and punctuated an already good time I'd had.
So I sleep in until 10:30 am, which is late even for me. Part of that is the air matt I got which is already going down at night--either it needs breaking in a bit more or there's something on my mattress pad below that's scratching open all my air matts. Luckily for me not only is this one the perfect width, but it's relatively thin meaning that even half deflated it's actually quite comfortable. So I get up rested today, and I think, I really should pack. I have a ton of stuff to move, I haven't even started packing and I won't have much time to get it done. I should go to the Soul In, very close by, try their new waffles and head straight home.
But ahhhhh, I'm low on deodorant, so off to the mall and the Starbucks I go. Still not too bad, pick up a couple things, go across to the Daiso and get some nail stickers since my nails are uncomfortably short, and then....you know my shoulder's pretty kinked up, and my eyes are in soft-focus which makes it hard to read and is probably caused by the same kink that's bugging the shoulder. The chiro is gone home for the day, but I know this massage place across town...
It's 50F out--balmy--with just a drizzle. That's prime wandering weather especially in late January when it's likely to be rare. Heck, I'd planned to pack today expecting to be rained/sleeted inside. But here I am, and look...there's a decent-looking hair place over there with a giant poster of a masseuse in the window! My hair's starting to get annoyingly long on top, I'll just step in for a trim.
A very nice bob as it turns out, for half what I'm used to paying. But that took time. I went back to the department store where I knew my previous masseuse was, but by that time it was 4:30 and too late to start. So that's the minus one pleasure--no muscle unkinking today. Maybe I'll wait 'til Monday after work and let the chiro do his thing. Pooped my head into a Tempurpedic store (cats can't pop beds that don't inflate) but even the Cloud one wasn't soft enough for my hips and shoulders laying on my side. I"m such a princess.
Now the big, high-end department sore with the handy bus stop in front of it is about a block *that* way from where I was, but a block through boring buildings and a parking lot, and I didn't like being quite so isolated. I walked a little further to a stoplight, hung a right and headed that other way. After a little while I was lost, though looking at the skyline it seems I was only disoriented and could find my destination without much trouble. On the way I got a picture of a trio of coffeehouses, one of which looked like I'd built it myself back in my late 20's (my tastes have changed a little since then.) There was a Catholic church and a Buddhist temple next to these and across from each other, but as I was only going on a bagel and a "caramel macchiato" I didn't pursue them today.
Taking a slight detour from Lotte Department Store, passing another favored pet shop (he has everything he needs. Everything. I didn't even go in.) I stopped at the thrift store. Hard to say why, the best I could tell myself was that a large sack would help me move clothes. No large sack, but there was a flogger. A designer flogger. "Hida vy Glenda"? "Hide Up Glenda"? The label is too small to read but it's definitely there, gold tone handle and a lovely little clasp. In a thrift store for under five bucks. The guy behind the register laughed as I left but that could have been something else entirely. So weird. So cool.
Headed over to Lottle looking for a sit-down meal I found it uncomfortably crowded. I considered TGIFriday's because it was not crowded, but little wonder with 15 dollar burgers and 30 dollar steaks--no thank you. There's treating myself and then there's getting gouged. But behind the Traditional Korean Restaurant was a Japanese one, with shabu-shabu for 11 bucks. Not filling enough considering what I'd gone on the rest of the day, but it did the trick. I'm eating a bowl of popcorn to make up the difference (when I should be eating beef, but that would make for a very late bedtime tonight). Shaved beef, clams, an egg, and veggies and a bowl of broth (probably dashi) to cook them in. The waitress hovered, sure I did not know how to cook them. This was uncomfortable since the ATM earlier had given me a grand when I was sure I'd only asked for a hundred, and now I had to figure out a way to get that grand back to a safe place on a Saturday night. But food--oooooommmmm nom nom nom, and a table quiet enough to organize too much cash and some shopping items.
Afterwards I took the escalator down. Now all evening people were getting off the escalators and just standing there, made worse by people handing out flyers at the foot of them, so the first chance I got I made a beeline for the door...well, after scoring some mochi ice cream at Baskin Robbins anyway. I get out there and figure I'll take my time walking around to the front when I notice an odd line of paint on the wet sidewalk, a line of blue and white. I widened my field of vision and found a painting of an angel/statue there, and almost no one walking on that sidewalk to get in the way of the shot. Had to change my camera batteries--the processor in that camera uses a lot of juice on night shots--but I got the lovely on camera.
Okay, minus two pleasures. The shop did not have the Yankee Candle I craved. I put on my fuzzy headphones and turned on the TicToc, and this is what it played (minus "Voodoo" which is a video file.)
Photos to follow soon.
the sidewalk angel 1
Sidewalk angel 2
Inside the coffeehouse
Two door down. No relation to the Orange County city.