Gluten-Free Waffles
Is it Wednesday already?
It doesn't seem like it should be. It feels like it should be Friday again. I've been so busy that for three days, I haven't read anybody else's blogs, haven't read the news websites I usually check out and I haven't cracked open the book I'm supposed to be reading, The Mandarins by Simone de Beauvoir. I actually don't know where the book is. Maybe it's under my bed?
I haven't talked to my friends. We're busy trading voicemails. I haven't talked to my sister and I normally talk to her every day. I wanted to call her yesterday but I got home from work at around 10 pm, ate an organic, gluten-free waffle for "dinner" and then fell asleep on the couch about fifteen minutes into Law and Order.
I'm a little stressed out and I wonder if it shows. I wonder if I make faces like hers. I've driven by this image almost every day for the past seven years. She's painted on the side of a downtown parking structure, adjacent to the northbound 110 Freeway. On the days the traffic is actually moving, I don't notice her because I'm too busy getting from Point A to Point B.
Then there are days like yesterday and Monday, days when the traffic barely crawls. Days when I can safely dig my camera out and take several shots of her. These days are the days I wonder, "Why are you making that face?"
Is she wishing she could get out of that green dress and throw on some jeans? Is she feeling overworked and underpaid? Is she trying to emulate the mysterious smile of the Mona Lisa? Is she thinking about what's next in life? Does she want to crack her violin over someone's head? No, maybe not. She's probably just thinking about the fact that there's no longer a classical music station in LA. Yes, to my dismay, K-Mozart is now playing country tunes.
Or maybe she just ate a gluten-free waffle too?
It doesn't seem like it should be. It feels like it should be Friday again. I've been so busy that for three days, I haven't read anybody else's blogs, haven't read the news websites I usually check out and I haven't cracked open the book I'm supposed to be reading, The Mandarins by Simone de Beauvoir. I actually don't know where the book is. Maybe it's under my bed?
I haven't talked to my friends. We're busy trading voicemails. I haven't talked to my sister and I normally talk to her every day. I wanted to call her yesterday but I got home from work at around 10 pm, ate an organic, gluten-free waffle for "dinner" and then fell asleep on the couch about fifteen minutes into Law and Order.
I'm a little stressed out and I wonder if it shows. I wonder if I make faces like hers. I've driven by this image almost every day for the past seven years. She's painted on the side of a downtown parking structure, adjacent to the northbound 110 Freeway. On the days the traffic is actually moving, I don't notice her because I'm too busy getting from Point A to Point B.
Then there are days like yesterday and Monday, days when the traffic barely crawls. Days when I can safely dig my camera out and take several shots of her. These days are the days I wonder, "Why are you making that face?"
Is she wishing she could get out of that green dress and throw on some jeans? Is she feeling overworked and underpaid? Is she trying to emulate the mysterious smile of the Mona Lisa? Is she thinking about what's next in life? Does she want to crack her violin over someone's head? No, maybe not. She's probably just thinking about the fact that there's no longer a classical music station in LA. Yes, to my dismay, K-Mozart is now playing country tunes.
Or maybe she just ate a gluten-free waffle too?
Comments
And that's quite a stare on that woman with the violin... what was she originally there for, anyway? She must not have been too happy about whatever it was. ;)
-velvet
I think it's for the Los Angeles Chamber Orchestra. There's a picture of a guy on another wall of the parking structure but he just looks a little arrogant. Maybe this is how someone thinks you have to look if you like classical music. I need to find some recharge time...
Probably so. Either that or she's been asked to play the violin version of American Idol.
Ms. M.,
And did I neglect to mention they're also egg, dairy and yeast free? Hmm...I've never looked on the box to see what's actually in them.
How true! I wonder exactly how many years she's been in that lovely green number. They should at least change the color of her dress with the seasons.