Another gloomy, muggy day here in North Florida. It's like it wants to rain so bad that it's put on its rain suit but nothing is happening. Just a constant dense, thick, low, gray cloud cover and everything feels wet, as if maybe it was really raining but we just can't see it. I'm not complaining. I mean- it's not burning up hot and we're not having a deadly freeze but it's just a bit like we're the audience and the rain is backstage and we're all waiting for the curtain to go up and the rain to come down.
Maybe it hasn't finished putting on its make-up.
Whatever, I went to town today and ran hither and thither, delivering the calendars that I had bought for May and for Hank and Rachel and forgotten to give them as well as eggs and also some books for May. One was hers that I returned, and some are ones that I am lending her. I also bought myself a pair of earrings that I wanted, picked up a prescription, and went to Publix where I bought steaks and other things including an iron skillet.
It's sort of crazy how that works.
Back to square one with the judging.
And THEN, I saw her from the back on another aisle and she had a tattoo of an infant on her bare shoulder with some sort of writing that I could not really see and I wondered if she'd lost a baby and my heart sort of broke and I forgave her for being maskless because if I lost a baby I wouldn't care if I got covid or not. I probably wouldn't care if I spread covid or not.
I had another experience today that sort of cemented the whole thing in my head though and it involved a woman I saw in the jewelry store who had come to pick up a bracelet which had been repaired. I made up an entire story in my mind about her. I figured she was probably a nice granny like me and was getting some sort of family heirloom repaired and spent her days making cookies for the grandchildren. She was a Black woman about my age and I ended up getting behind her in traffic and my route caused me to follow her (god- I hope she didn't think I was tailing her) to where she turned off to where she lives, maybe, in an upscale housing development. She drove a BMW convertible and the place where I assume (once again) that she lives, was in a place called Weems Plantation.
Every time I pass that place I think, "Jesus, how fucking racist is that?"
She was so cool in that convertible and she drove like a bat out of hell and I wished I could have told her how much I liked her style. In fact, she was so cool that she could totally live in a place with the word "plantation" in it and carry it off like a boss. Like THE boss of the damn plantation.