Happy Monday! I hope everyone had a fantastic St. Patrick’s day. Ours was rainy and we had a frost so thee was much excitement as we tried to cover the just budding tulips for the night but otherwise it was a corned beef and cabbage filled weekend of quiet. My babydoll loves corning beef. He only does it once a year, but he gets so giddy when he does. And the weather was perfect for it, even if out door festivities were dimmed. But here we are on another Monday, left over corned beef sandwiches waiting for lunch and a new prompt to kick of the work week. so lets set the timers and get into it.
I like this. It seems like the start of something. Not sure what but I expect that when she does get home, there is going to be something unexpected waiting. I will have to think about what though.
Monday, March 18th: The road was flooded.
The road was flooded. I stared at the murky depths. A stick floated by moving fast down the speedy flow of river that was once a road. It was my shortcut home. I saw the barriers and the flashing orange-yellow light blinking atop it warning me, this wasn’t a path. Given the speed of the stick moving past and the fact that the stop sign just ahead of me seemed at least a foot and a half shorter than usual due to the water, I knew going through was a bad idea.
”Well isn’t that just fantastic,” I told myself.
I checked the rearview mirror and saw there was no one behind me. No one in sight at all. I put the car in reverse heading all the way back to the crossroads. I checked and doublechecked. No one was there. “It’ll be just my luck a cop will stop by as soon as I try this,” I told myself. Still it was the only way to turn around. I backed into the crossroads, moving as quickly as I dared on the wet road. I shifted from reverse into drive and turned on the road back into town. I breathed a sigh of relief when I was once again on the road and driving with the flow of traffic.
‘Or what would be the flow of traffic.’ It was just past three am and my shift just ended. It wasn’t a shift I was supposed to work. I hired on as part of the ay shift but then things changed. It was work the late shift or find another job.
I worked the late shift.
I was also looking for another job but having no luck thus far.
I drove back towards the center of town and when I reached the next light I turned right. Conscious of my previously illegal move at the last intersection, I turned on my blinker and looked both ways even though I was still the only car moving on the road.
Due to the flooding I knew I would have to take the long way home. ‘At least I have the next two days off,’ I thought. Sleep would claim a lot of that time, I knew, but I was still looking forward to it. I was exhausted. I was slowly finding my rhythm with the shift change but I knew that when I got home my eyes would be tired and gritty. I would strip off my work clothes, crawl into bed and sleep until exactly six thirty in the morning.
Then my eyes would mysteriously pop open, I would be wide awake and ready to get the day started. I had developed a rhythm over the last few months. When I woke, I would get up, knock out any chores I had early and then once all the necessities were done I would take a nice long nap before I had to get up again to go to work.
It managed to let me get everything done that needed to get done, but at the same time make it feel like I did nothing at all. It felt mostly like I worked and slept. But taking advantage of my early morning wakefulness at least let me get my errands and chores done during the week so that I could actually do fun things on the weekend.
At least I could if I wanted.
For the past few weeks I hadn’t really felt like doing much. I continued on the road out of town.
“This weekend I will be social,” I told myself as I drove.
Ten til Midnight 