It’s a simple
question, one you have been asked or asked yourself. My days are the same yesterday
as they will be tomorrow. However, every now and again something happens to
shake it up. Today was just one of those days.
About an hour
before my alarm was to go off, I heard a whimper coming from our dog. Well, not
exactly a whimper. It was more like a death howl. As if the love of her life
had left, never to return. The next sound I heard was an odd scrapping noise.
Once my sleep filled mind began to focus, I realized the scrapping was my
loving spouse shoveling the driveway and cleaning the truck off for me. Willow,
our wolfhound mix, feels the need to mourn her master’s disappearance even when
she sees him just outside the window. This song of her people stirs Hazel, our
cat, into persuading me into filling her breakfast bowl. She has the figure and
waddle of a pot belly pig, but believes she is a Greek goddess, Aphrodite she
is not. Ah, my chance to get back into bed; the alarm goes off. Three snoozes
later, I’m up and moving.
I’ve discovered
over my 40 some years commuting to work, some people really must have received
their license in a Cracker Jack box. Today’s awarding winner is a woman who
likes to be ahead of everyone. To avoid the slowing traffic at a construction
site or the mounting potholes, she decided to drive on the sidewalk. When it
snows in this area, people avoid the thruway and drive the mains. I get it. If you
have ever been stranded on the highway during a blizzard, you just don’t take
chances. Now the thruway is clear, but the mains are congested. Thank you Snow
Miser for the shit show we call the morning commute today.
I’m not sure what
I was thinking of this morning, I grabbed jeans which are about a size larger
than I am now, but in my haste forgot my belt. Since the lot is about a half
mile walk to the building I work in downtown, I begin to look like a 15 year
old from the hood. As I approach my favorite coffee shop, I saw a man in front
of me wearing his jeans in a manner making me think we are kindred spirits. He
is having an animated conversation. I thought he was on a phone until I saw him
shaking it in the air as if to make his point. It appears he is either talking
to a ghost or an imaginary companion. Hashtag mentalhealthmatters. No matter, I’m on a mission to keep my pants
up and grab a cuppa. Not necessarily in that order. Coffee in hand, I decided
it was a great idea to make a donation to Make a Wish and buy 5 burlap coffee
bags to make rugs with. This will become a regrettable decision later.
Ten interviews,
four cases written, and several return calls later, I called it a day. Half way
to the parking lot, pants, burlap bags, tote, and purse slipping, my mind
turned to my kindred spirit with the drooping drawers, wishing he and his
imaginary friend were around to help with those damn bags.
A quick stop at
the bank for a rousing game of “who’s on first” (don’t ask) I pull into the
driveway vowing never to leave again….until tomorrow.
So, how was your
day?
