“Life is too varied,” I told Ming as he drove us home, past a gas station and casinos for locals. “So easy sometimes, and so hard. It’s confusing! Like–will the real life please stand up? I don’t believe they can be the same thing.”
I had a fasting blood draw in the morning. They pee tested me too, unexpectedly. The phlebotomist is brilliant and very good at what she does. She fetched me from the waiting room, and I wanted to ask her, “How’s my favorite phlebotomist?” but felt too shy.
Hospital memories–the midnight phlebotomist who failed twice in my arm then jabbed me in the wrist. The one who said, “I’m sorry,” then went deep. Bad to remember, like a nightmare, but it changed so much, last year. So rich with learning I never wanted to learn.
Then we went to International Market. There were a lot of capers.
I was longing to see things, not to buy stuff necessarily, but objects and newness. Well, I specifically wanted dried fava beans without their jackets and black lentils. We found those–amazing.
And perfect delicious hard wet sweet cold gorgeous Asian pears. Oyster mushrooms pretty cheap, beets, lemongrass I’m trying to propagate. It’s fun. Lemongrass is my favorite tea.