Today, I thought ahead to make,and pack my lunch. Convienienly, this idea only seems to occur to me when I haven't recently bought lunch meat. I had an avocado hummus, lettuce, cucumber, and smoked bacon sandwich. It wasn't bad, though, it was a bit odd. I love cucumber with smoked salmon, and bacon with turkey, but I must've lost my mind while buying groceries this week. Whatever, it was a different sandwich. I caught up on some emails, and headed out for PT, angry at myself for not having written down, the fact that I needed to get my own ride, or leave enough time to take the bus. It takes me 2 hrs to walk or run, 45 minutes, to catch, and transfer buses, if I'm lucky, and 15 min, to ride in a car. With 15 min to spare, I called a cab, once I'd located my phone. The app. find my iPhone, saves me everytime. The most ridiculous place I've found the phone? My refrigerator. The worst place I've left my phone, and thought I'd never see it again? A bench, in a municipal building. As soon as the app displays a map, and address, or makes your phone beep. I wish I wasn't this forgetful, but I'm so thankful, that I'm not the only one, and someone has created an app for sieve brains like me.
I made it to PT, and was sent off to do what I can, independently. Like the weight machines. The therapist I work with, Ray, is pretty clever with developing new ways to test my balance, and coordination. Both of which, are challenged, for me.. It's like reliving my childhood, where my friends and enemies mocked my lack of coordination, and speed, by referring to me as sloth. Unfortunaly, a nickname that is one of the 7 mortal sins, sticks around. As a kid I was very ashamed of the nickname, but as I grew, I learned to appreciate its comedy. Fluid coordination is not, nor ever was, a skill I possess. I have to step onto excercise blocks, forwards, and sideways, and then step on specific targets, like colored dots, ropes, and mats. I have a really hard time getting my feet to hit those specific targets. Sometimes I fall every time I walk through, sometimes, I only fall once, like today. And very rarely, I don't fall at all. Imagine that.
After PT, I located my bus pass, in a lost and found, at UVM. Apparently, I'd left it, last week, while at the Telluride film festival. Somehow, I got the free bus up to campus, walked across campus, got my card, walked back, caught the same bus downtown, and went to my volunteer role, at the peace and justice Center. Although, I didn't actually get much done, because one of the interns announced there was a school shooting, or hostage situation, in the square mile sized town, I live in. There was a gun, whostage situation, at the same school, last spring. Why this idea of guns at school, is such a fad, I don't know. Columbine happened when I was in high school, and I feel like there have been shootings, every year since, all over the country. Why anyone would purposely target the most defenceless, of our population is beyond me. There weren't any news reports earlier, but, I heard about it again, on VPR, with vague details. It sounds like school mayy have already been out for the day, but, even so, guns and kids are not a combination you ever hope to hear about. Especially, not twice in the same year, at the same high school. What a terrifying day for the families in Winnooski.