i walked down to the boulevard intending on getting a pedicure. i picked out my colors (deep reds with flecks of gold, burgundy) and sat there to wait. i thought about how many germs had to be breeding in the foot basins. i wondered how rude it would seem to bring my own disinfecting wipes next time.
i thought i had enough cash ($15) in my wallet but i like to check to make sure. nope, only 4 or 5 singles.
i told the lady i'd come back later. in the morning?, she asked. i said maybe tomorrow.
i thought i'd see how far 4 or 5 dollars could take me and if it could make me content in some way.
i wanted flowers but they cost more than $5. i wanted to shop for my own nailpolish and do my nails myself but the drug store was closing.
so i went to the dollar store and bought 8 aluminum stove burner shields for $1.08.
i thought about my mom and how we always go to the dollar store together and realized i miss her.
they sell food at the dollar store. i wonder who buys it?
our milk expires (in nyc) tomorrow so i went to the one-stop grocery and bought a quart of milk for $1.49.
i thought that seemed a bit expensive for milk.
i didn't feel wonderful but i felt i had somehow accomplished something in leaving the house today.
i was walking back to the apartment and ran into a mexican lady pushing an italian ice cart. it was kind of strange to find her on the sidewalk in front of a small apartment complex. i got a scoop of the bubblegum flavor for $1.
i wish that i didn't equate happiness or fulfillment with spending money.
who knew it was even possible to leave the house without spending more than 3 and some change?
although i was only outside for a little over an hour.