What I want you to know about me.

Oooh! DO I want you to know about me? Well, why else would you create a blog, Sara? Don't make such a big deal of it. Sure, you've joked about people on twitter who find it necessary to tell you that they've just taken a walk or a shit, and now you're going to tell people what you're doing. You even named your blog Really Here and Really Now. Added that Really!

Okay, enough prelude or preface or introduction or premonition or whatever the hell it's called.

I'm sitting on a pillow which makes me a little more ergonomic. BORING!

Okay, I'll tell you about the salad I made for Laura who is here helping me set up this blog. (Yay! I have a blog after talking about it for years.) Lettuce, those organic hearts of Romaine from TJs. Chunks of red pepper. Chunks of daikon radish. Snap peas. Great colors, huh? I know I'm leaving something out. I don't think I had any carrots left, I used them in my tuna salad. It was my last can of tuna, so I asked Laura if she'd be willing to try Silken Tofu. She didn't think she needed protein, but since I know everything, I knew she did need protein so she humored me (sometimes I'm hard to say no to) and said yes to the tofu. Slices of Japanese white sweet potatoes. She was impressed they were already cooked and just waiting to be used. Oh that Laura is so brave, she said she'd try the Wasabi Mayonnaise, which is also from TJs.

Which reminds me of how old I am and that Deana, a mutual friend of ours -- pronounced Deahhhhna --told me not to pull that age stuff on her. I remember when there were only TWO Trader Joe's and my husband Matt and I used to shop there, the one on Burbank Blvd and White Oak in the Valley. And somebody who reads this -- can it be that somebody is actually going to read this? -- is probably going to tell me I'm wrong, that that wasn't the second TJs, that there were a whole bunch by then (this is the 70s I'm talking about, the 1970s) but, as I said, I know everything even when I don't. And speaking of brave, I'm brave. Rather than getting off this train of thought that wants to tell you about having shopped in the second TJs ever, I stay on it. Anything that'll keep me writing. Anything not to let the fear of being wrong be what gets in the way today.

And somehow this reminds me of Laura's adorable husband -- where was it I ran into them one evening, Barnes & Noble, Trader Joe's? -- his name is Matthew and my husband's name was Matt. Well he WAS my husband which doesn't mean his name isn't still Matt. And Matt is married to Alice. And I'm not married to anybody. But I did meet a pretty cute man Wednesday night and who knows what might come of that. Now that's something I don't know and I'm not even going to speculate about.