There is something incredibly comforting about an overflowing, dirty dish-stacked sink. Sometimes I wonder if I subconsciously go out of my way to use every utensil in my kitchen when baking or cooking just so I can find some comfort in the controlled chaos developing in the depths of my stainless steal wash basin.
Whenever people say "the best things in life are free" I (quietly) mentally disagree. Free is nice, yes, but the best things in my life are usually the things that have made up names but are still used. The best things in my life appear hovering above the red squiggly lines appearing beneath them in Word documents. Like tartlet. It's hands are slapped with a red line the moment it appears on the screen, and suggested words like 'tattler' and 'starlet' quickly surface. Why the dictionary has allowed 'tattler' over tartlet is beyond me.
I always wonder why weather is the go-to topic of discussion when there's an awkward beat of silence or you need a polite conversation starter. The tellers at the bank who've been quarantined behind their desks until lunch time eagerly search my face for the external temperature of the outdoors when I come in to deposit checks (just look at my hair, if it's wet it's raining). The cashiers at the grocery store longingly gaze out the glass windows overlooking the parking lots and sigh into my bagged vegetables about the lack of sunshine hitting their face (asphalt is incredibly hot in the summer, you're not missing anything inside this AC). At work the customers I wait on smile up at me as I scribble on my pad and shake their discerning faces about the wind gusts impeding their arrival for breakfast (well, no rush, we also serve lunch). I smile politely and wonder why they've all chosen WEATHER as their go-to topic for conversation starting.