Welcome to my strange, and twisted mind...
This morning I was out meandering the streets of my tiny city, at the unacceptable time of 6:45. I had made plans to catch up with my friend Zetty over breakfast. Breakfast is hands down, my favorite meal out, always has been. The plan was to check out Misery loves company's bake shop. Unfortunately for me, I'd forgotten the bake shop was specified. I raved traffic hell (welcome to Winnooski) for nothing. I shuffled through 4 lanes at a cross walk, and continued up the hill. Upon walking in, I immediately realized they weren't open for the day yet, and was sent back to the street I'd walked over from. I walked outside, and called my friend to let her know I'd be late. Good thing though, as the call, woke her up. It made me feel better about my tardiness, as I knew it'd take 15 minutes to get through the circle again. Winnooski has this asinine traffic circle that no one actually seems to comprehend how to drive in. In Maine we refer to a traffic circle, as a rotary. I'm fairly certain the rest of the country follows suit in saying rotary. In a Vermont, it's a traffic circle, and no one seems to understand the traffic patterns or rules to abide by, for making it a useful traffic pattern.m my next letter should be to the DOT, regarding the thoughtlessness behind the circle.
I finally hot to the correct location, ordered good, and just after I'd taken my first bite, my friend walks in, says hi, and asks 3 questions in succession. I'm awkwardly trying to nod my head yes or no, to wussy ions that can't be answered that way. Once I can speak without fear of spewing croissant everywhere, we decide to sit outside in the morning sun, and delightful sounds of road rage, a few hundred feet away.
I'm at the age where it seems 95% of people in my age group, are either getting married! having kids! and/or buying homes. I got to hear all about the antics surrounding a mutual college friends wedding. Then it's my turn to share what I've been up to, and howi answer this question, is completely dependent on my mood, and emotions of the moment. I say usually say, 'okay', or 'good', and change the subject. Trust me, it's easier than hashing out the widely flawed governs programs I currently participate in, or have. However, over coffee, I'm feeling pretty open about it, and try yo explain the various prgrams, and departments I'm affiliated with, through the state. This now seems like I may have dropped a truckload of information on her, about every program, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Sometimes I'm listening to what I'm trying to say, while simultaneously wondering how I know about it. This conversation was one of those moments, how bizarre.
As I'm blundering through my soliloquy of program difficulties, a woman nearby calls out to me, and I look over to see my neighbor, and former writing coach. She's a wonderful, inventive, and talented woman, however,has also had the unfortunate opportunity to venture into neurological difficulties by way of negative side effects from a medication. I felt a pinge of guilt, over having said some negative things about the department I'd originally met her through. Such is life.
After breakfast, my aide Marc helped me get to my psychology appointment. In my usual fashion, I mixed up the time, and left right before my appointment began. I'm heading into the library, when she calls, and arks where I went. Gold stars for me...
My final event of the day, was PT. I realized I felt a bit slow today, but am starting to get a bit more control in some of my new exercises, despite my slothfulness. However slow and inconsistent my progress is, each time I have this realization, my spirits profoundly improve.
And now I'm writing it all down, hoping to one day find my purpose in this path. My days are full, and generally happy enough, I've just lost sight of what exactly I'm currently working towards. And that,my friends, plain,old sucks.