Diamo

Tailcoats Part 1

Groaning as I place my head in my hands, I try remembering what happened which led me to this horribly unwanted point in my life. It was a typical Saturday for me. I had slept off the week's stress and was feeling invigorated. As I looked around my small Nevada apartment I made a mental list of the possible tasks I could accomplish today. I had laundry to be done, a book I wanted to read, some organizing in my closet, and my long errand list consisting of grocery shopping and bill paying.

I decided that the most important thing would be to have breakfast and get started on that book. It was a new mystery novel from my favorite author Rachel Robyn. I loved her books because her female characters were always strong, confidant and most importantly relatable. Reading about a go-getter girl who solved the most convoluted mysteries while also dealing with things like bills, makeup mishaps, stereotypes, and just an overall need to be seen as a human was inspiring and very entertaining.

After reading chapter 10, where she had just escaped a maximum facility prison in Russia as she tried to gather information on the missing girl who might have the clue to the secret order that had been kidnapping middle class works and using them as sacrifices in the most unusual way, I decided that I needed to take a sec to digest what I had just read. Sighing I looked up and thought about the best way to pick an armored car without blowing it up or melting it down. 

Coming back into focus I looked around my little haven and studied how the sun played on the granite of my counters traveling to the small area above my stove and into my living room. I had an open kitchen/living room floor plan and had decorated it with a comfortable beige couch that claimed a burgundy throw blanket. It faced my dark wood entertainment center which had a beautiful round carved Egyptian box that had bits of abalone secured within the carving. I had purchased it as a souvenir during my Cairo escapade and decide that its permanent home was there holding my remotes. The entertainment center contained my older model flat screen, a DVD player, my stereo system, and a VHS player.

Every now and then I'd borrow an old VHS from the library and enjoy a time when extreme objectification of woman and overly eager and sometimes horribly wrong feminist ideas intruded into my perfect world of film. Just last night I had relaxed to my favorite old time movie of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers which though is most definitely not a feminist film is very romantic and exceedingly funny plus it was a musical and in my opinion a good one at that. I studied the wood mini chase I had placed below my large windows that abutted each other creating a whole corner of nothing but sunlight and scrutinizing the various red and burgundy sequined pillows I had placed in a diamond formation. It was my second favorite place in the whole house, the first being my bed, and the third being the small breakfast table I was currently seated at. On sunny or even rainy days I loved to recline on the small chase and read adventures of far away lands and thrilling romances.

Moving on to explore the walls of my tiny home I cataloged the little bits of calligraphy and poems I had placed in various places on the wall creating a little bit of a gallery feel without over crowding each wall.  Finally, my gaze came to a stop on bob my loyal and strong miniature banana tree. Surprisingly I actually got little bananas which you would think impossible since these trees usually flourished outside. However, my bob was strong as I found out after nocking the poor thing over and having to spend an hour removing the dirt from my carpeted floor. I had been sure that he would die but after a week of being planted in a new pot and new soil he seemed to have rooted himself again and a few months later I got my little bananas. Bob was a great listener and on days when I couldn't get ahold of my best friend Jasmine I would confide in him and at times I felt like he was sharing something back. Of course I could have had an actual real pet but I enjoyed traveling and last minute engagements and trying to find someone to watch my pet last minute was much more difficult then giving a friend or family member my house key so they could come and water bob once a week. 

Having finished my perusal, I went through my ridiculously long list of have to do's and again like how I decided that reading was the best first task I felt that rather then feeling like I might have panic attack or stay in all day I felt that completing my errand list was a much more appealing option. Loading my tote with my book a light jacket and a small bottle of water, because water is important and I wasn't about to pay two dollars for some. I grabbed my phone off the charger and my keys and headed to my car. 

Glancing at the list in my hand I realized that most of the items I had listed were in walking distance and thus in order to save gas and save myself from the frustration of finding a free parking spot I chose to walk instead. The day really was a beautiful one. The flowers were out and the tree's leaves had started turning losing their glossy green look. Summer was bleeding into autumn and the weather was a wonderful 70 degrees. As I walked the wind played with my cloths.