Off Kilter
[This should have been posted yesterday]
Nothing says back to school like a like a late model Honda Civic with "CLASS OF '08" soaped on the rear window and the front hood crumpled and tucked under the rear bumper of a black, mid-sized SUV. A scrawny boy sits stupefied behind the wheel. His face is frozen in the universal OH-SHIT look. A large, tired middle-aged woman stands on the side of the road looking at the tiny car wedged up her ass. She pulls out her cell phone and starts dialing. I feel bad for her. All she wanted to do was go to work, put in her eight hours, and go home. Instead, she got one more mess she'll have to clean-up.
The school year makes the last ten to fifteen miles of my commute miserable. Frazzled soccer-moms with their spawn in tow and newly licensed drivers clog the interstate with incompetence. It is too bad that nobody walks to school anymore.
The last day or so has been like the wreck I saw. No blood, no twisted wreckage, just off step. It has been spilled coffee on a freshly laundered dress shirt, a missing cell phone, a moth flying into your eye, et cetera. After a day of this, my calm is seriously disturbed.
I need a quiet moment, a nap, and a strong cup of coffee. It could happen, couldn't it?
Nothing says back to school like a like a late model Honda Civic with "CLASS OF '08" soaped on the rear window and the front hood crumpled and tucked under the rear bumper of a black, mid-sized SUV. A scrawny boy sits stupefied behind the wheel. His face is frozen in the universal OH-SHIT look. A large, tired middle-aged woman stands on the side of the road looking at the tiny car wedged up her ass. She pulls out her cell phone and starts dialing. I feel bad for her. All she wanted to do was go to work, put in her eight hours, and go home. Instead, she got one more mess she'll have to clean-up.
The school year makes the last ten to fifteen miles of my commute miserable. Frazzled soccer-moms with their spawn in tow and newly licensed drivers clog the interstate with incompetence. It is too bad that nobody walks to school anymore.
The last day or so has been like the wreck I saw. No blood, no twisted wreckage, just off step. It has been spilled coffee on a freshly laundered dress shirt, a missing cell phone, a moth flying into your eye, et cetera. After a day of this, my calm is seriously disturbed.
I need a quiet moment, a nap, and a strong cup of coffee. It could happen, couldn't it?
Labels: miscellaneous non-house, Off kilter
posted by John | 11:34 AM
2 Comments:
Take a bath. Make some tea. Grab a book, (philosophy, yoga). Those normally help me. Good post though, nice n entertaining. Good prose.
Restore Your Old House.com
Good advice and thank you.
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