My friend Pat and I went driving about yesterday talking about everything from hiding brie in the fridge's beer bin to the rights of
Pagans in prisons and the military.
We did our civic duty by almost shopping at Circuit City. Seems to me that Management of
Circuit City must be working on the premise that "
he who dies with the most toys, wins" since few people were buying due to the non-sale level prices on things. We both agreed we could get better prices at
Wal-Mart,
Kaplan's Computers, maybe even
Ocean State Job Lot, but at least we went and looked.
We went to
A Dong Supermarket in West Hartford [here's
how to get there] and supported the Asian food business. I bought several items I'd not previously heard of, along with powdered lemongrass [for cooking] and Gunpowder Tea [which I already knew about]. Just walking the aisles was a visual treat.
We ate at a small pasta and pizza place in Newington, where we were served much more food than we could eat in one sitting. This resulted in the competing scents of star anise seeds and Italian steak sauce hitting our noses once in the confines of the truck cab. Far worse things could happen, eh?
We committed a couple of random acts of kindness, including shoveling out cars for the infirm without their prior knowledge. Afterward, we commented to one another of the marked propensity of the mews media to pander to fear at the cost of letting the world know of all the good, often selfless acts done by people on behalf of one another [
and yes, I realize that just by mentioning that we dug out the parked cars, the act ceased to be a selfless one].
But, really, when violent, scary, disgusting actions
taken by others are no longer notable because they seem everyday for hearing of them so frequently, then they are no longer news. The positive actions, in my opinion need to be more frequently headlines, and not in a condescending or pandering manner.
Our sojourn ended where it began, at the sanctuary that is Pat's place, a small but strangely spacious cottage situated atop a huge boulder; a feat of engineering that most town zoning boards would probably disapprove of these days. ...oh, and I can't forget, Pat finally washed her car so that the black color it long had is now a dusky gray ...or is it a new car altogether?