Things I Learned Today

Things I Learned Today

  1. I can look it up everyday and still wonder how to spell the word “occasion”;
  2. It takes six hours for an office full of adults passing a box of Girl Scout “Thin Mints” to consume the whole thing;
  3. If you once ran at the gym for hours on end you can be “the lady who can run forever” even if you haven’t been to the gym in a while and even if all you do now is walk;
  4. I have a friend who really, really identifies with penguins and I’m disturbed by this; and
  5. Bad news does seem to come in sets of three, I’ve had two fairly close pieces of bad news this week, wonder what’s next.

© Laura Genao 2007

What’s on your San Marcos?

What’s on your San Marcos?

I drive by the wholesale blanket place on Atlantic Blvd., just north of Maywood, about once a week.  Each time, I’m intrigued by the gazillion blankets draped on the box building and by the crowds always gathered there.  Strawberry Shortcake has one.  So do the SF 49ers.  Even colts running around on a hill have one.  It seems everything is welcome on  a San Marcos cobija.

Curled upI used to be a little uppity about the blankets, thinking to myself, “I’ll never have anything that can be a tapestry, rug, and blanket in my house.” 
Then my mom got me one.  I am a complete convert.  My version of the San Marcos blanket, is the softest, plushest, warmest blanket I have ever had and it is what I curl up with while watching MTV’s Saturday morning shows (and, no, despite requests, I don’t hang it as a tapestry or use it as a rug–unless I’m photographing it).

A lion’s on mine. What’s on your San Marcos?

What's on yours?

© Laura Genao 2007

 

those pesky boundaries

those pesky boundaries

A friend posted on how people’s boundaries come down when you become pregnant.  Since I have never been pregnant, I can’t say I relate, but I do wonder about people when it comes to my hair (yes, it is a source of angst for me).  Today, I was minding my own business, leaving the grocery store with my whole wheat pita and avocadoes, when a lady stopped me, took me by the arm and looked me squarely in the eyes and said, “You have beautiful hair.”  I have never thought it beautiful and her proclamation made me feel oddly exposed.  At least she didn’t try to touch it.

Cousin Itt

© Laura Genao 2007

Smells In The City

Smells In The City

My New York City vacation is coming to an end.  While yesterday’s snowstorm made it a little colder than I expected, I discovered that winter in NYC has one distinct advantage over other times of the year here.  In 14 degree weather,  normal city smells are absent. 

Or almost absent. 

Coming out of a show this evening, almost all of the city’s smells were gone.  Almost all, except for the pernicious scent of McDonald’s burgers being fried up in Times Square.  So, there you have it.  A winter storm can mask ALMOST every man-made foul smell.

© Laura Genao 2007