I could not bring myself to leave the house all weekend, or what bit of weekend I caught. The weather is perfect, and I knew about the 9:00 A:M Sunday Joe’s ride. I was awake at 6:15 A:M and could easily have made it, but the jones for a clean and peaceful nest was too great. I wanted a chicken in the pot, fresh sheets on the bed. When I return from a trip of any length, I feel a bit like the madman, the ranting lunatic. By leaving I see Tallahassee, my life, and your lives as well through the magnifying glass of nostalgic optimism. I magnify all of our traits. For instance, in my class last week I was proselytizing about Publix, where shopping is a pleasure. It doesn’t matter that they insist on wrapping their vegetables in little Styrofoam boats, they are the best grocery store in the history of the world! I will lead people to believe that lake Ella is actually a lake. I will claim the canopy roads run everywhere, and happy children wave from the branches of Live Oaks as you ride your bike to work. I tell people that my friends are fascinating people who enjoy discussing art and literature, Geo-politics and the impact of hip hop on white American culture. They build things with their hands and they play rock and roll music.
Then I come home and behave as though it were all true all the time.
You must be buttah……cause you know you on a roll!
Okay, so maybe small children don’t wave from the live oaks – but Publix is still the best chain grocery store in the history of the world. And Lake Ella is a lake, if you squint and don’t think too hard about it.
When the Professor and I moved to more northern environs, one of the things we missed the most was shopping at Publix. It truly is a pleasure. You don’t really notice it until you slog through a Kroger or two. If that company ever goes public, I will be first in line to buy shares.
Plublix (as my son pronounces it), oozes its tag line.
Living just two blocks from the Lake Ella Plublix, I find that I average about eight grocery runs a week. It’s ridiculous but a pleasure.
While living in Tally, I used to shop at the Publix near Lake Ella as well. I concur, it WAS a pleasure. Fabulous muffins at that establishment, I tell ya.
And, regardless of the size, Lake Ella is still a lake in my book.
I believe the correct term for it is “impoundment”.
sop it up!
I often consider going to work at Publix, just so I could buy stock. Lord knows I’m there so often that working there would hardly be a change in my routine. Sort of.
This is a good time of year to be in love with Tallahassee and North Florida in general.
And Juancho- I know what you mean about coming home. I call it peeing in the corners- I have to reclaim my territory. I don’t really pee in the corners. I actually sweep and tidy up and usually make soup. Then it feels like home again.
I might, on occasion, pee in an actual corner.
I went to publix schools and learned a hole bunches.
Can you get an X-Box up into the branches of a Live Oak tree? Do they have electical outlets that high up on the trunk?
Squelch the chainstore serenade.
Consume, yes. Praise not.
Oh no he didn’t just hate on Publix!
I think he did.
I did enjoy the haiku, even if I dismiss the sentiment.