The winds of change are blowing. Or maybe that's just the storm outside. It's so hard to tell when things are about to happen as opposed to the perfect vision of looking back and seeing that they did indeed happen.
Whatever that is in the air smells, however. Maybe it's change, and if it is, it stinks. Maybe that's a paper mill. Probably it's my imagination. Creative thing, the imagination. It can allow you to believe all sorts of improbable things.
Now this may seem like a rant or a complete waste of time. It may be both. Today I'm just this side of my dreadful pet peeve of writing in a stream of consciousness. Ugh. But let me first list a few things that have grabbed my attention lately and refused to let me shake them off:
1. my fish quit dying when my dad did.
2. Korea is but a couple of weeks away.
3. a vacation is becoming a need.
4. school starts next week for my daughter, and I can't get the person I need on the phone to get her enrolled with a 504 plan.
5. after years of sameness, even my close friends have different names than they did a few months ago.
Time and distance are finally forcing my hand in many of these things. Certainly #'s 2 and 5. Well, #4 too, considering last week I had a bit more time but was a good 750 miles away.
On the up side, my friends tend to be lifers. Public school are required to allow my kid to enter school... eventually (they are also allowed up to 60 days to comply with the 504). And I don't have to replace any fish this week!
Today is one of those weird days that always feels like only I have. I am not sad, frustrated, nor depressed. Neither am I thrilled, compelled to act with my usual efficiency, nor comforted. I'm just numb and taking notes.
Anyone else get this way sometimes? With the possible exceptions of sex and chocolate, got any advice for me?