Never was a cloudy day.
To confine our attention to terrestrial matters would be to limit the human spirit.
Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons
Oh What A Night (December 1963)
to start agaaaaaaain!
I wish more people came in and ordered flowers when I work. I’m dying to create something. So many days are wasted doing nothing at work. I feel like Mondays and Sundays are the only time I get to actually enjoy being outside in the daylight.
This old man that must be in his late eighties is here everyday in the same chair, orders a small coffee specfically with no sleeve, tips two dollars, and does his sodoku and crossword puzzles until it’s about time to close. He says if he’s not here it’s beacause he’s dead. I guess if there’s a reason to be open while we’re businessless, it’s for good ol’ Sydney. On an unrelated note, he shouldn’t be driving.
I suppose I will sign up soon! Also, need to visit a nursery sometime this week, weed out the front yard, and get some FLOWERS UP IN THIS BITCH.