thoughts of the day and pumpkins (life)

Another wonderful Saturday. Here are a few of the thoughts that have distracted me from my book:
1. I wonder how the bookstore guy,who moved to New Orleans, is. As many of you know, I loved the bookstore guy. We had, what I thought to be, potential for the perfect relationship. Actually, it might have been the perfect relationship. However, we never really spoke more than 3 sentences at a time. He owned a tiny, triangular used bookstore I visited during my lunch hour. I tortured him by asking him to recommend books. But, he did and they were always great. I shared the responsibility to choosing a gift for a friend; I knew I wanted a collection of Rumi poems and told him to order anything he thought was good. I take gift choice seriously. This was big. There was something very concentrated about our interactions. I hope he is okay. I don't know his name. But, I know he moved to 28 Prayer Street. I wonder what would have happened if I was more open to more with him.
2. I wonder if I am still the kind of person who misses opportunities. So few times and places have been perfect for me. What if I do not take advantage of them enough? What if this is not where I am meant to be? Do I even believe in meant to be?
3. What is the difference between stability and stagnation? I think I might actually be a fan of having that kind of life where you require others, where you cease to be mostly separate and become mostly a unit. Is this a good thing?

As for the pumpkins...
A. I saw a clear, plastic pumpkin being pulled down the road by two horses today. A man in silver sparkle pants was driving it, while standing on a little platform, and a woman in a robe that kind of looked like a cross between my professors robes they wore at graduation and a choir robe was sitting beside him. I expected her to start singing. Inside the pumpkin, sat a bride and groom. My roommate commented on the fact that they did not look very happy at the same time I thought if they were mad about how much it cost for them to rent the pumpkin, in relations to the low level of fun the ride ended up being. Why do people do things like that to themselves because it is their wedding? On our walk home from the store, I decided that if I get married, I'm going to have a Thanksgiving wedding because I love Thanksgiving and turkey. Then, I can avoid the fate of the pumpkin bride.
B. My mother trained all of us to say pun-kin instead of pumpkin. Little things like that are one of the treats of being a parent. At 24, my brother still says pun-kin. I love to hear that word come out of the mouth of someone that looks like my brother.
C. There was one of those giant blow up, lawn decorations at the store. It was a pumpkin and it had a 3 foot ghost that rose out of the middle. I don't know how I feel about those decorations.

That's it. Now it's time for me to watch a movie about a man who attaches balloons to his chair and changes his life.