Monday, March 2, 2015
A MONTH STUCK IN STUPID
Take today, for example.
I drove the 130 mile roundtrip to Colorado Springs to see my mom.
On the way back I stopped on the south end of Denver to see a dear friend.
She is working in Hong Kong right now, but her old golden retriever is having some health issues and so she came home for a few days.
I sat down on the floor next to Buddy and loved on him for a little while.There is nothing sweeter in the whole world than a old, white-faced golden.
I visited with Laura and her husband and then got up to leave.
Laura walked me to the door.
We hugged goodbye. It's hard having a piece of my heart so, so, so far away.
And I drove the 30 or so minutes to my home in the north side of the city.
A full night ahead. A dog to walk. Slices to read. Bills to pay. Papers to grade. Laundry.
I drove up to my house. Got out of the car. Reached into the back seat and realized I had forgotten my coat at L's house.
Which wouldn't have been a big deal except that my driver's license and debit card were in the pocket.
And that was a problem.
I called L. Her husband offered to meet me halfway but it was cold. And I knew they had had a long weekend with the dog.
And so I turned around and drove thirty minutes back to her house.
Thirty minutes home.
I still had a full night ahead. Dog to walk. Slices to read. Bills to pay. Papers to grade. Laundry.
It really has been a month stuck in stupid.