Errand Girl

November 19, 2013

Without the routine of a full-time job, it is difficult to keep track of the days of the week, holidays and coffee breaks. If I happen to leave the house for an overnight, I tend to forget supper time for the cat and the mail delivery. A few stops along the way to fill-up at the gas station late this afternoon, select curtains for the bedroom, purchase cat treats at Chuck and Don’s and avoid Wendy’s chocolate frosty to get me home before the end-of-the-workday rush. Sometimes I do envy those whom have their paychecks automatically deposited every two weeks, count on holidays and staff birthday celebrations, as well as the social aspect of working in an office environment. There must be a comfort in knowing what to expect each and every week, from the alarm alerting the hour to get up,  shower, pour coffee from the machine that knew what time you would need the caffeine, to fighting traffic to arrive home for the evening news. It has been much longer than I can recall, since I have had anything of the sort of commitment to time management. I believe it was 2010 but don’t hold me to that.

I also visited my 90 year old buddy who wrapped his arms around my shoulders and gave me a weak squeeze in greeting. I suppose he recognized me but for sure, he knew Tyrus. We chased around the how-are-you’s and chuckled about the silly cats that were unsuspecting of a giant dog in their house, dozing in the back bedrooms in false security. He suggested he had to get his dinner (I assume he meant lunch) and I let him know I would stop back by to say so long. He seemed sorry to see us leave at the end of our visit, later in the afternoon, and I promised to return again soon. Stumbling a bit to catch his balance, he waved goodbye from his deck, the cat hunched on the rocker nearby. I wonder what kind of shape he will be in the next time I come ‘round. Life is funny like that, unpredictable and full of fifteen minute touching interactions.