Yesterday morning at about 8:30 am, I lay awake in my bed, contemplating my next move. You see, it was Sunday, the last day of a ten-day holiday vacation. So, I was feeling somewhat down as it was because of this fact. Add to it that it had snowed a bit the day and night before, and, it was cold. My dilemma? I needed groceries. I could make do with what I had, but, the thought of having no orange juice in the refrigerator became less and less appealing.
After tossing around the pros and cons of remaining in bed versus orange juice in the refrigerator, I got up out of my warm, electric-blanket-fueled bed. And what did I do? I shined my boots and shoes: two pairs of the former, and one pair of the latter. As much as I like clean and freshly-shined shoes, it was a chore I had put off since my vacation began two weeks prior. With that task out of the way, and that brick off my mind, I proceeded to dress and head out to the store. But, before I could roll the Toaster out of the parking space, I had to de-snow and de-ice first. As I looked around the parking lot, while removing snow and ice with my Sno-Broom, I noticed all of my neighbors who I hoped would act with the same presence of mind that I had. Let’s face it: Cleaning off an icy, snowy car early on a Monday isn’t getting me all twitterpated.
Thus began a productive Sunday afternoon. As productive as I had had in several Sundays. And, to think it all began with orange juice.
*From, “A Huey P. Newton Story.”