Archive for March, 2008

It’s Meridia’s fault

People around my neighborhood are going to start thinking I’m weird, and it’s all Meridia’s fault. I’ve started touching a lot of random items I come across.

I hate snow. Hate, hate, hate. Yet yesterday I found myself standing next to a six-foot snowdrift, my bare hand plunged into the snow up to mid-elbow, trying to analyze the sensation. Why? Because, well, Meridia would have. If she’d passed a snowdrift, she wouldn’t have been able to help herself.

I justify this kind of behavior by saying it’s research for the book. But it’s still embarrassing when you realize you’re standing with your eyes closed in the middle of the grocery store’s produce department, caressing a pineapple.