I went to the St. Lawrence Market this morning. After breakfast, I called Mom and she told me the freezer was almost out of bagels. My arm doesn't ever need to be twisted to make a trip to the market. The weather couldn't have been more perfect. On the way, a shady-looking man standing near the Salvation Army asked if he could hitch a ride on my wheelchair. I smiled. Sometimes that's all there is to do. The market was full of the usual, neat food and goods. There was so much to choose from that I couldn't make a choice. I bought quinao and two dozen pumpernickel bagels from my parents. Too many choices can be overwhelming. I left with what I came for, which is what counts, right?
Again, I couldn't sleep last night. What is my problem???? I watched TV for a long time. I remember seeing an old episode of Ellen DeGeneres when she had a talk show. I watched a bit of The Biggest Loser and Property Virgins. When the potential home-owners make an offer on a house, I feel nervous for them. An apple is a big purchase in my books. If I have trouble deciding what to buy at the market, imagine how hard it would be for me to decide to purchase a home. Maybe one day I'll win a fully furnished, move-in ready home and all choices will be made for me. It's always healthy to dream, but I need to start sleeping better first.