A Good Start to an Adventure: or what has he got in his pocketses

Yesterday would have been a good day to begin an adventure.

I carried in my pockets

• 1 Children’s Book (presumably about some fairy kingdom)
• 1 Bandage
• 1 Roll of Tape
• 1 Plastic Bag
• 1 Wallet filled with monies, identification, and other things generally considered useless on an adventure
• 1 Phone which might as well be the Aleph – at least when it has signal
• and 1 Bag of Rye Flour

Hanging from my overcoat like some medieval sidearm was my black and gray umbrella – and I was on my way to see a professional at (among other things) pulling strange objects from out of his clients nostrils.

I am not yet sure what sort of an adventure it would have been – but it would most certainly have been good.

Instead I discovered that the world smells an awful lot more like gasoline than I had remembered, that restaurants (at least good ones) envelop you with a warm terry cloth robe of flavors the moment you walk through the door, that rooms have smells, and that my kitchen refrigerator is a lot closer to requiring a cleaning than I had previously realized.

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