October 23

Ahhh.

I had an incredibly peaceful evening.
Tim and I went for a walk in the sort-of rain, and listened to Beyonce on Pandora.

We stopped first at a South Asian grocery store, and Tim acted really impressed with everything- especially the onions. I would push his wheelchair by a pack of biscuits; whooa! We walked by some tea; whooa! A giant collection of Bollywood movies; whooa! It was a clash of my two favorite worlds- the one here- with people like Tim, and the kingdom of Nepal- there was Parle-G biscuits and Kukaree.

As we walked by the people in the store, I felt people looking at me the way I was looked at in Nepal. People just gaze at you. I don't know what it is, it's not a cold stare, but it's not especially warm either. I don't mind it, it's just one of those things. The store smelled ridiculously familiar, and I kept picking stuff up, and telling Tim, "I used to eat this everyday." He pretended to care, but I could tell he was thinking about onions.


After Tim got sick of it, (I don't know if I ever would have) we went to a hardware store next door. We both loved it, and we have big plans for Monday. We are going back to get a cobweb, some stickers, a few balls and some glow necklaces, all to hang up in Tim's bedroom. Tim has a fiery passion for hanging things up. He has random shit hanging from his ceiling, and he sleeps with balloons.

All of the events were peaceful on their own, but what always really gets me is when Tim says, "I'm happy." I got to hear it so many times tonight. When Tim's happy, I'm damn near blissful.