1.8.23

Happy New Year.

I knew this weekly blog thing wasn’t going to work out for me. I put too much pressure on myself. I deluded myself into thinking that I would be able to pull this off. At least I gave it the old Joe college try.

So now I am going to blog when I feel like it. Period. I’m not going to make a commitment that it will be every week or even every month. When I feel like I want to post, I’ll write. And then I’ll be sure to let you know.

Okay, now that housekeeping is out of the way, I hope you had a good holiday season. I did. It was nice to relax and catch up with family and old friends. We chatted about how we are watching time pass by. We talked about how we are becoming our parents.

Okay enough. I’m rambling.

I’ve decided to name this post:

The world on a Saturday before 10 A.M.

I am busy. Really busy. My brain is split into a thousand pieces. I have a lot to take care of within specific time frames. But I will get it done. I always do. And I am grateful.

Truth is, I don’t know how to function without doing a million things at once. It’s amazing how I can multitask. I marvel at myself sometimes.

Yesterday (which was Saturday), I found myself at one of our local tire places out here on the Cape. I only go there because they are fair and don’t try to get over on their customers. I’ve only had good experiences with them. I had no time to get there during the work week. I needed to solve the mystery as to why my tire pressure light was coming and staying on more than usual. This place doesn’t take appointments, although I did reserve a preferred time online. No matter. I got there at 9 am. I had my Dunkin coffee in one hand and a book in the other. I was ready to wait a while. But in about 15 minutes the service man called me up to the counter, explained everything to me, and told me I was all set. He put air in my tires and ordered me some new rear ones, as mine could use replacing according to him. He gave me instructions to come back next Saturday and they would put them on for me. How long does it take? I asked him. He said it takes about an hour. I told him I had to go to a teacher training outside of Boston for a couple of days this week. I asked him would I be okay to travel? Would it be safe to drive? He could tell by my single woman nervous energy I was worried. He told me I should be fine. Seeing as this guy was an expert in his field I have decided to trust him.

Since I was already up and out I decided to run my errands. I went to Trader Joes. There were people in the store shopping. And they were nice. A woman apologized to me because she stepped in front of me to get a salad. The employees were smiling. I then moved on to Pet Smart because the feline tyrant was out of food. Same thing. Nice people again.

This may be not weird to you but it is to me. I don’t leave my house before 10 am on a Saturday. Especially in the winter. The only exception is if I’m going to the spa. That’s it. But here were people yesterday, conducting business and being pleasant. And the ease that these people had with their manners-you could tell they were used to doing this.

What an eye-opening experience. And the best thing is I was home before noon.

I think the world is nicer on a Saturday before 10 am.

But let’s not get ahead of ourselves- I don’t think I’ll be making this a habit.

Till next time, stay dreadful my friends.