Bananas

Usually when something isn't going right, my first thought is... what did I do wrong? This, I believe, was ingrained in me by my mom. Love my mom. Miss her every day. But she didn't do a great job in helping me develop any self-confidence; the little I do have, I struggled to manifest myself. People have thought (and probably some still do) that I am arrogant because I often use fake confidence as a cover for my massive insecurities. Anyway. Bananas. I've had a love/hate relationship with them, but mostly in the last several years it's love, which is good because they're very nutritious. Alone. Not covered in chocolate or baked in coconut banana bread. Lately however I have noticed that they ripen super fast, and in a few days after purchase, the remainder are too brown/mushy to enjoy. I assumed I was doing something wrong, so I began buying greener ones. Nope. First day green, second day yellow, third day spotted, fourth day yucky. They used to last a week! Well, I thought it was just me, but yesterday at the grocery store another woman was complaining about the same thing to her shopping companion. Naturally, I had to butt into their convo to agree that there is something happening with bananas. 

Some might say, hey, how about buying fewer bananas at a time? This would be logical, except that I like to buy six bananas. Six. Every week, my natural sunshiny optimism surfaces at the grocery store causing me to believe that this particular bunch of perfect looking bananas will not ripen too fast, and I will be able to eat a banana every day for six days. I do not want to return to the store midweek, nor do I want to accept that I will not have a banana Thursday-Saturday. Each week, I am in banana ripening denial. This scenario can be applicable to many areas in life, imo. I used to be this way about dating, for example, believing each time that I joined a new dating site or updated my profile that this would be the one to attract my soul mate. I tried to forget about all the rotten dates I'd been on and focused on the new perfect one that was sure to appear out of the mist. Eventually, I realized that only the mushy men were left in the dating pool, so I climbed out and dried off. 

Other than fretting about the Banana Dilemma, I had a good weekend. Saturday I played games with friends; Sunday I went to a concert featuring The Bonedaddys, a great local group. I also painted three mini (8x8) pictures. One, a silhouette of a flamingo in bright, multicolored sunrise/water, came out OK. I put the bird too high on the canvas though and may do the whole thing over later on. The second painting was a dolphin that I thought I would copy from a sample, then decided I didn't want to and just did my own thing. It came out shockingly good! I'll put it up on my Instagram soon. The third picture was a crow in moonlight. It's pretty meh and will likely get tossed in the trash with the first bird. My friend L gave me a watercolor book, so now I have a new project on the horizon when I finish some of my current ones or get tired of them. I also read a forgettable short story, which I've already forgotten. 

The weather is now much cooler and nicer, so you would think my migraines would have eased up. No, sadly. Still woke up with one today, and I am trying to knock it down with Excedrin (generic) before I resort to taking a sumatriptan. I've been taking too many and will run out before my next refill at this rate. Our software peeps switched us from Worldox to NetDocs over the weekend, so this morning should be a lot of fun. I'm looking forward to watching Dancing with the Stars featuring bachelorette Jenn Tran and the Golden Bachelorette this week. Sorry not sorry. I did see two "good" movies recently because I thought I should, but I didn't enjoy them: Taxi Driver (so bleak) and Midnight Run (funny but dumb). Last night, to cleanse my brain from Robert DeNiro's intensity, I semi-watched a silly/cute Christmas romcom about an ice skater and a prince while working on my sunflower latch hook pillow.