So strange to be home...

As usual when I return from an oddesy I go into a sort of black hole and I don't want to come out. It's laboreous. I ventured out to the grocery store today and was struck by the sterile atmosphere in the land of plastic bags and tomatoes that don't taste like tomatoes. I miss the veggie woman who always gave me a free handdful of something. But, it is so convenient and so easy to shop here. I get in my large car and drive home with my booty, stuff for veggie soup. My mood matches the day -slate gray. The weatherman has warned us to stock up on provisions because there might be snow flurries. The house is messy and there are loose ends everywhere like tenticles - scraps of paper with emails and names and phone numbers, representing people most of whom I will never see again, my Auredevic food chart, no I won't be giving up limes or spicy food, 2 pair of not flattering bloomers, the Pune blankets i lugged home, why?....to hang on to something which can never be captured by possessing any thing.

I'm off to listen to Geeta on a DVD. lk