The Little Things

Today was a banner day. I went, wait for it...grocery shopping. I know this probably seems like a non-event to you fancy-pants "homelifers", and it must pale in comparsion to stories of life with rock stars in faraway lands, but this is something I haven't done in months. My car is still up in Healdsburg where I keep it while I'm on tour, so all I have is my motorcycle which is not-so-great for the shopping. I've gotten bits and pieces at the local markets, but I've generally had no food in my apt. since I got home on Dec. 27th. The camel's back broke last night when I had to have cheese & Triscuits for dinner. I swear I eat better on tour. Where's my dressing room rider? What time does room service go till? So anyway, Lucas has his car out of storage so we went to Whole Foods and shopped. Holy mother of god what a nightmare. I can't imagine why a store this crowded and with tiny-assed aisles don't have those little mini shopping carts. I did what I thought was a pretty decent job of getting a variety of things to make so I can eat at home, as you do. It was the first time I've ever checked out of a Whole Foods and been surprised that it cost LESS than I expected. This gave me pause. My fears were realized when I arrived home, unpacked it all and realized that, while I have any number of options for breakfast, I still had nothing to eat for dinner other than a frozen pizza. You see, these are the things that I've forgotten how to do. I used to buy food and cook it. Now I can't even remember what I used to cook, let alone how to do it. Sure, I'm pretty comfortable navigating restaurants in any number of foreign lands and I can get from my hotel to the airport and onto a plane without even waking up all the way, but I'll be damned if I can remember how to wash a dish.