Cranky
01/16/01
CRANKY
So today was a crappy day. Crappy cranky no good very bad day. Got stuck in traffic, late again to work, got scolded and had to sit & take it, and then plunk down at my desk. Make coffee, frown, and just sulk in my own crankiness. Then it’s 10 hours of doing stuff that is nearly painfully un-stimulating. I think I’m frustrated because I can sense my learning curve slowing to a crawl these days and I’m just not feeling particularly motivated. Regardless… crank crank crank crank crank crank crank. (Yeah, count em… 7 cranks)
Dropped off a coworker at home, went grocery shopping, found nothing remotely entertaining on TV and plunk home to my desk and wonder what the heck I’m supposed to get out of today.
Every day. Brother Wafik’s got me on a project — to do a rosary daily, meditate on the happy mysteries of life and try to find where God was present in my life today.
And so yeah, I did one while driving home after dropping off Lowie. I noticed how oddly familiar it was to feel the beads through my fingers as I drove. Mom used to do that long ago (frequently frightening the bejeezus out of us passengers since she’d genuflect while trying to pass other cars… trust me, not a good idea). So it was an oddly familiar tone I had in my voice, my heart, and in the rhythm of the beads as they passed through my fingers. I prayed, trying to shake the crankies as I repeated the words I’ve said over a million times while growing up. (Family rosary nightly for something like 9 years) The crankies still clung to me. Sticky staticky creatures those crankies are. I was thinking of settling down and pretty much writing the day up as a loss. But then it happened. Housemate Jon (Remind me again, why this man is single? He’s so sweet and he cooks a mean potpie –yes Jon, I’m really trying hard to pimp you off) knocked on my door and brought me something that totally transformed my mood.
So there you go, That’s where God was in my life today. In a really sweet act of kindness from a very good friend. I’m officially on a mission to get a very nice girl to smooch often and appreciate muchly this very sweet guy. Now taking applications.
Min Jung
Drum sticks. To help me on my way to fulfill a silly fantasy of being a rocker chick. Kick ass.
7A Phalanges - 16 inches of pure joy (non phallic yup yup yup)
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