ImPerceptibility

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I’ve decided that today is my day off. Everyone else gets them, so should I. I’ve been sitting on the couch most of the day.

I should probably go grocery shopping but there’s a box of spaghetti in the pantry.

Probably should vacuum the floor but there are Legos everywhere and they make a terrible noise when you suck them up in the vacuum

Might be a good idea to weed the other half of my garden but the weeds will be there tomorrow.

I haven’t throw a ball for the dogs in awhile but they just keep bringing the durn thing back. They’re never satisfied.

I cooked some wheat berries for a loaf of bread last night but they’ll keep for a few days in the fridge.

I did get dressed today, around noon.

I did get a new high score on bejeweled blitz.

I did tell my kids they could have popcorn for lunch.

A few minutes ago I opened my new pack of fine point markers that I bought yesterday. Then I found my tiny little sketch book with the black cover. I’m going to draw all kinds of little things, naughty secret things in it. Then I’m gonna hide it back where no one will ever find it. (In the oatmeal container)

But I’m not going to do that right now. First I’m going to take my youngest to the skate shop so she’ll stop coming in every thirty minutes and reminding me she needs to get grip tape. Then I’ll stop at the grocery store on the way home and pick up something for dinner. Then I’ll finish weeding the garden while dinner is cooking. On the way back in I’ll throw the ball for the dogs so they’ll stop acting stupid. The bread dough will get mixed up while I’m cleaning up the kitchen. It can rise overnight in the fridge.

I am not gonna vacuum though. I’m just not going to do it. It’s my day off!

Yesterday I bought zucchini for the first time ever. It was quite emotional for me. It was one of those moments when an action takes on more meaning than was ever intended. Things got a little weird.

It’s not like I haven’t had zucchini before. I make wonderful zucchini bread. Sometimes I cook zucchini and squash together and it is a tasty treat. But I have never bought zucchini, it was always given to me. I stood in front of the zucchini display and, in my mind, I saw a proud, dirty little face in coke bottle glasses standing at my front door.

“Miss ImPerceptible, my zucchini plant grew real live zucchinis. See?”

He handed me two zucchinis and stood there very proud and little shy, shuffling from side to side and avoiding eye contact.

“They’re for you. You can have them.”

I thanked him, gave him a hug, and invited him in. He went to play Zoo Tycoon with my oldest. I found a recipe for zucchini bread and baked two loaves. When he left I sent one home with him.

A few weeks later he showed back up at my door with zucchini.

“These are for you. My mom said I can’t ask you to make more zucchini bread even though it was the best bread I have had. Ever. You are such a good cook but these are for you. I can’t ask you to make zucchini bread for me.”

I made more zucchini bread and told him not to worry, he didn’t ask me, I decided to make it myself. He was one happy little boy. On his way out he turned back and gave me an awkward little hug then ran out the door and back home.

So yesterday I bought enough zucchini to make several loaves of zucchini bread. We’ll eat some and I’ll put some in the freezer. I’m sure they’ll be good. But they won’t be as good as the ones I made, without being asked, from real live zucchini hand delivered to my door. That was the best zucchini bread ever.