It’s midnight. If I go to bed right now, I will get approximently eight hours of sleep. This is important because I have the hospital tomorrow. Every time I go in without enough sleep, I am crabby and unhappy.

At times like these, I wish I still had a roommate. I tried to return all phone calls and emails today, but I didn’t, so if your a person that I didn’t phone or email, and you think that I should have….my apologies.

I’m wondering if Jane is mad at me? I don’t know why she would be, but I haven’t heard from her or Harry….which isn’t unheard of, but, as I was thinking about people on my list to keep in touch with, the thought crossed my mind. So, H and J….you still love me or what?

This is something that isn’t really interesting, but I’m fighting going to bed, and this seemed amusing to me. Here’s the status on some other people that you probably don’t know, that I talk to in real life:

GUS is on vacation this week and is probably riding around in his boat.
Rob is having cocktails at the Blue Room….maybe with Greg or Meghan.
Laura’s spine hurts and she says that she is going to Texas with me.
Alma is back at her house probably sleeping because she has to get up for work at 5 am
Jennifer still isn’t really talking to me for some neurotic reason
Kim and Rick are MIA
Murphy the dog is barking at some sort of ghost
Toonces the cat is sleeping in her leapord fuzzy bed
Chris A is going through some sort of a crisis
I haven’t talked to Shana in ages
I talked to Maureen about a month ago, but she never called me back. As far as I know she’s still in Grosse Pointe.
Statia who was an acquaintance years ago turned up as my yoga teacher on Tuesday
I talked to Marty more than a month ago. He told me his dog died, and I haven’t heard from him since.
I just looked at my calander and realized that I missed Pam’s son’s birthday party. She called me out of the blue three weeks ago and I had made plans to go. She used to be one of my best friends. She got married and had a baby, so we drifted apart. I hadn’t talked to her in over a year.
Lucy my nextdoor neighbor yelled at Rob for flooding her lawn with the soak hose from the garden
“Bad” Rob called me a week ago and left a message on my machine that he had a question for me. It probably involes me somehow letting him use my computer. He owes me $100.00.
I drove a girl home from school tonight who seems cool. She works at Dick O’Dows in Birmingham.

I’m sure I could come up with more people but, this game no longer amuses me.

Now it is the time at cindigodotcom where we sleep.

I just wanted to state for the record that every day after I come back from my physiology class, I can’t help but think that there has to be a creator of all of this. Not necessarily god, but it is IMPOSSIBLE that a human being was created randomly.

I was all excited about getting my secret mission. Now I’m deflated.

Murphy the dog’s goiter/tumor/big swollen head is subsiding. The recovery aided by the purchase of expensive doggie antibiotics.

I went to the morgue today on a class trip. There was an hour long lecture on things that we’ve already learned, but it was still interesting anyway. The director guy didn’t really know what we knew and didn’t know. After the lecture, we went into the lab put on latex gloves, and pulled organs out of dead bodies. No joke, I picked up a dead woman’s liver out of her body and said, “Is this the liver? This is a big freaking liver”. Then I put it back and didn’t really touch anything else, because I didn’t really enjoy feeling a cold dead body…..which is a good thing for me to check on the list of things that make me not a psychopath. God knows that I need to check a few more boxes on the “not psycho” to make me feel better. Although, I did poke at one of the cadaver woman’s fingernails, marveling that you could still see the gold nail polish remnants.

Over all, it was a little disappointing. The school had these specimens for six months. They were getting new one’s next week. The bodies were very pickled and dry, and although educational, most of the stuff was cut up and not in the right places.

It was creepy to look into the cadaver’s eyes. The eyeball on the inside had shriveled and melted into the skull, and what’s left was a clear membrane that looked like plastic that you could look through and into.

Right now, I have a head ache.

And that’s all I have to say about that.

PAST
First grade teacher’s name: I can’t remember anymore.
Last word you said: tomorrow
Last song you sang: “Blueberry, blueberry…I love you” repeat 10x
What’s in your cd player?: Plastic vol. 2
What colour socks are you wearing?: Black w/ white toes…I have 20 pairs of them,
What’s under your bed?: Dust, a random board from my fishtank and a wood floor.
What time did you wake up at today?: 1:00 PM.

FUTURE
Where do you want to go?: Austin
What is your career going to be?: Massage Therapist….or paramedic…or both….it remains to be seen. I’m in school for the first, and planning on going to school for the second.
Where are you going to live?: Austin or Atlanta….or somewhere else that’s warm that I haven’t thought of yet.
How many kids do you want?: 0….maybe 1….later….much, much later…..and it would definately be adopted.
What kind of car will you have?: Another truck…maybe a Japenese truck.

CURRENT
Current mood: bland
Current music: silence
Current taste: boca chick patties
Current hair: growing it out, messy, lots of hair product…sometimes ponytails.
Current clothes: I’m going through a wardrobe overhaul…if it ever gets warm here…..cute dresses and combat boots.
Current annoyance: My quack allergist.
Current smell: Happy by Clinique
Current longing: for my house to be clean.
Current desktop picture: powerbook titanium default.
Current favourite artist, music: myself singing “blueberry, blueberry…I love you”
Current colour of toenails: blood Red
Current crush: myself
Current time-wasting wish: ?????
Current hate: The girl in the Bell Tire commercials. Cutting my fingernails.

Do you guys know of the incredible entity called MTV2. They play deep dark and scary old and new school craziness. Robbie Williams “Rock DJ” was the last video. I don’t know if it was old or new school, but this guy pulled off all of his skin while he was dancing and singing. Then every time it cut back to him, he ripped off a muscle or groups of muscles and threw them at 70’s glam looking hot chicks. The thing was, it looked totally real. It was bizarre, amazing and disqusting all in one…three emotions that in combination, hypnotize me. Now it’s Digital Underground with “The Humpty Dance”. Geesh man, I’m old school.

Damn, it’s one am again. It’s funny how time goes in those strange 24 hour cycles. I woke up at one this afternoon and proceed to do nothing all day. If you count going to Kmart and Target with Rob looking for model glue to put my Visible Man ™ together, then I did at least one thing today. Where is my inspiration? I have no focus.

Public Enemy “911 is a joke”
Jane’s Addiction “Been Caught Stealing”

fabulous.

Maybe if I cut off the cable I wouldn’t be so distracted. You think?

Okay gross….Chumbawumba……new chanel. It’s time to go to bed anyway, I just don’t want to, yet, I really don’t want to be awake either. Strange dilema.

It’s against the rules. I’m thinking about it. All of the advertising, the propaganda. It’s one of the biggest parties in the world. No regrets, available everywhere. It’s beautiful in it’s own way….charming. Put the three together and pick. I like the nose ring. What does that mean? This is just the first step. This is the symbol of god’s provision. I’ll be right back. I have to thank one thousand people. Wearing black pajamas and running through the jungle. The water wasn’t a problem. As far as food, there were alot of bugs. It was a case of mental toughness and physical endurance. Hey, those are the good guys. I’ll hide until the coast is clear. This outpost is unstable. The telegraph has been sent, the plane is on the way, but you can only get there metaphysically. It’s the idea of bringing the outside in, or the inside out. Radiant heat. Every animal gets hungry sooner or later. Come on, lets go…Lets go…..that’s the best idea. Under water, drowned, face down, eyes open. Let’s just say, no one can bring the dead to life unless you have the training. How did it get so late? Where did all the time go? The value is always expensive, especially in limited quality. Nothing but color and sparkle. The dangers both known and unnamed could be the most exciting experience of their lives, or sudden and violent expiration. There’s nothing to be gained by thinking about the scenario. That same training helps. The Russians are here. In moments before impact, they had to do math to keep a level head. Confident. How can one train for the unknown and the unfixable. Evacuate, you only have five minutes. There are no instructions on tears over two centimeters. When you’re constantly cold and fatigued, you have to build up your defenses and deal with the irritablity. What is that river symbol. Do you want me to read this? The river of forgetfullness flowing to the river of hades. To touch the water is to have your memory washed away. It’s hard to accept things that can’t be explained. The police officer has the guy in custody. Everything is under control. There’s no sugar added which makes it naturally delicious. Looking for options other that the obvious. It’s been only seconds since the last couple of words.

I’m watching Power Puff Girls on Cartoon Network…besides Paramedics on Discovery Health, this is offically now my favorite show. I was supposed to go to Porter Street tonight to see Almie, but she just text messaged me “DON’T COME, IT’S LAME”. Probably not any more lame than what I’m doing here, but this is cheaper. I just spent $83.00 on a big tumor like protusion that appeared overnight on Murphy the dog’s neck so cheaper is better. The vet poked it and sent it to the lab. I’ll get the results on Tuesday. I went to the human vet today, and I’m not so sure I’m really into the accupressure cure treatment cure for allergies. It’s a long annoying story which involves not eating all day, and the doctor being annoyed by all of my questions. They took a bunch of blood, and I will get those results on Tuesday also. But, since I got my inhalent meds today, I’m feeling a little better.

I have partially cleaned my kitchen. This is big, big news. I don’t know why, but for about the last six weeks or so, I have been letting my house get dirty to the point of alarm. Belive me, I never was a neat freak, but this kind of messy is a whole other category all together. I don’t know where this change came from, or if it will shift again. Recently there is just something so satisfying about throwing my clothes onto my dresser, merging that pile with the pile on the bed, and then decadently sweeping the whole thing onto the floor and then walking on it for days. Is this a sickness?

Once again, cindigodotcom (you can call me Cindigo for short) is in a major news publication. First CNN, now…..the widely read and award winning, Oakland Press. Irene’s now offers yoga, and other spiritual and physically painfull classes. The Oakland Press was doing a story about the classes and I think in particular the “rolling” class that I happened to be in. The photographer came in and took a bunch of pictures and took down my name.

In case you were wondering, rolling is putting all of your body weight in various positons on a ball that is slightly smaller than a basketball, with a little less pressure. Then, by shifting your body weight, you roll the ball in extremely small and slow excruciatingly painfull movements. But as we all know the more painfull something is, the better it is for you…..right?

I was going to post a bunch of various junk before I went to bed. Before I started, I got the birthday pictures back from GUS. GUS, whom I found out never did block my emails. I guess I should really stop mentioning GUS by his name. He just hates it so. Anyway, I wanted to share the goofy picture that GUS took because I look funny in my fake Gucci glasses and my fake Prada jacket wrapped up in a black sleeping bag kicking back with my Aquafina. It was a great birthday.

I suppose that I really didn’t have to describe the picture, since, if I have pasted the code correctly, you’re looking at it right now. Hey, doesn’t it look like I should be wearing those open toes slippers with the fuzzy fur on the top, and holding a skinny cigarette with a long black holder?

I just finished watching Finding Forrester. Okay flick, pretty Hollywood, but held my attention and it was on cable….can I complain….naw. I did that instead of cleaning up my kitchen that I have trashed once again. I was going to go into detail about the food that I’m “saving” to put in the compost pile that is yet to be constructed in the back yard. Instead I’ll tell you about my Integration class. Well, I won’t really tell you about it other than it’s mostly lame. Laura and I went together today and she made some joke about drinking the pain of this torturously stupid class away. I agreed with her and told her next week that we’re bringing a thermos of white russians. She laughed, but the more we joked about it, the better it sounded. I believe there is a 67% chance of this actually happening.

I also went to the doctor’s today, to quell my fears that I might be diabetic. He said that all the symptoms I am having are probably just my allergies, but he’s doing all the blood work on Friday. I had to stop taking my allergy meds four weeks ago. The meds needed to be cleared out of my system before I started a new regiment of stuff that will supposedly “cure” me. I was extremely spooked that in the past week my eyesight intermittently looks like I’m looking through Vaseline, and every time I eat, ten minutes afterward I HAVE to sleep. My kidneys are killing me, but to be honest, that might just be the yoga. Not to mention that I’ve taken to telling people that I fell down some stairs because of a thing that looks like a scrape the size of two quarters has appeared on my chin. But that last part, I know is allergies. I’ve read all about diabetes, and I’m pretty sure that I don’t have it. Although in my search, I learned all about the pancreas and the thyroid and I’m not so sure that those little suckers are doing so hot.

Yeah, I’m a mess, I know. It will all be better soon. That last part was so not interesting, I know…sorry….I’ll try to be more interesting later. Right now, it’s one something am, and I have a class in the morning.

so……..Goodnight……and have a plesant tomorrow.

I’m cindigodotcom….and your not.

(if you got that last refrence consider yourself old)

but I liked this one.

I am updating….here is the update. It is late…I am tired, yet compelled to update. If I leave it at this, is this enough update?
No? Okay…here’s some more update.

It was my birthday on Wednsday. If you didn’t know, don’t worry, I was trying to forget it myself. Trumpets played, angels flew down from on high, and I went out on GUS’ boat with GUS and Rob. I am mentioning GUS by his own personal real name because he has blocked me from his email and refuses to unblock me until I take him off notifylist. We are two very big controll freaks. Anyway, we went on the boat and GUS and Rob were smoking cigars and drinking coniac out of a flask like the two manly men that they are. I’m not into boats at all, but I thought I would give it one more try and, guess what! I’m still not into boats. So were sitting on the boat in the dock (which I like) when what looks like some sort offical looking yet ratty and weathered boat pulls into one of the slips close by us. They had cameras and life jackets, so we were assuming that they were the coast guard and felt the need to double check on what kinds of contraban we had.

Basically, to make a long story short, because I want to go to bed….they were from CNN. They were doing a story on the dropping water levels in the great lakes. Since we happened to be floating on one of those lakes and GUS pretened he knew what he was talking about, at the insistant promptings of the offical hot chick producer. We were on CNN tonight for about ten seconds. GUS recorded it, so I’ll make it into a quick time.

Exciting story right? Okay, maybe not so great, but it’s the best one I have this week.

I have more stories about the hospital, but, I’m too tired. I will tell you that one of my favorite patients is going to die. It’s too bad. They moved him up to CCU a few days ago. I sent him good thoughts and some love because their isn’t much more I can do. I just felt very honored to be able to meet him when he was coherent and full of life.

I spent some time with a woman today who was going to hospice after they stabilized her. Her hands were restrained because she kept trying to pull off her mask. Her pupils were pinned. I stayed in her room for a while to talk to her and put vaseline on her lips. She kept groaning, but very rythmically, every eight seconds or so. It sounded more like some sort of a machine than a human sound. She wasn’t at all responsive to any outside stimulation. It was very errie (but errie isn’t ther right word) to look into her eyes.

Now I feel bad, because GUS just called to tell me that the CNN spot will be on again at 2:30 am. This was a nice thing for GUS to do. It almost makes me want to remove all of the times that I mentioned GUS by name because he blocked my email. Almost.

So now really….that’s enough update.

I know if I just sit here long enough, I will say something of interest….if not to you, at least to me.

I spent the entire weekend with people. This is very unusual for me since 85% of my time is spent in solitude. I’ve decided that I like it, and I’m going to try to cut my solitude time down to maybe 74.32% for starters, and try to take it down even further after that.

and since I’m into quoting lyrics lately…here’s some from Suzanne Vega. Since when I mentioned solitude, this song came into my muddled head:

Solitude stands in the doorway
And I’m struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we’ve met

Nice seque don’t you think? And since I’m on a lyrical roll, here’s the song I’m listening to right now. Just me and Murphy sitting in the dark being dramatic, drinking coffee at 12:07 am.

They say that heaven is like TV
A perfect little world
that doesn’t really need you
And everything there
is made of light
And the days keep going by
Here they come Here they come
Here they come.

Well it was one of those days larger than life
When your friends came to dinner
and they stayed the night
And then they cleaned out the refrigerator -
They ate everything in sight
And then they stayed up in the living room
And they cried all night

Strange angels - singing just for me
Old stories - they’re haunting me
This is nothing
like I thought it would be.

Well I was out in my four door
with the top down.
And I looked up and there they were:
Millions of tiny teardrops
just sort of hanging there
And I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry
And I said to myself:
What next big sky?

Strange angels - singing just for me
Their spare change falls on top of me
Rain falling Falling all over me
All over me
Big changes are coming
Here they come
Here they come.

That same list from last week is still sitting in the same spot on the table. Instead of the bic pen lying at an angle on the page, now there are eight colored pencils thrown on top. There are random different colored messages to myself written at various tangents to each other.

bus. crd
dld ill/pshp
yrd. stones
Donna
mamo/diab
summary
usfenceonline.com
twine
toothbrush
H2O install
reflex test
color anatomy
Dr. Keyte

and most importantly in HUGE red letters, circled several times….DISHES.

You can tell alot about my state of being by checking out my kitchen. I was going to describe it to you, but just picture an episode of cops, where the cops try to be nice and tell the crack heads that they need to take better care of themselves. They need to actually throw the garbage in the can tie it up and take it to the curb. Because if they don’t, the health department will come and take away their kids, or in my case, a black cat and a german shephard mix with a tumor in her eye.

Right. Once again, revealing too much.

I just got back from school.

I have this list sitting under a bic pen on the table next to me. It is not an extremely long list, but a list just the same. On this list are listed things that I need to do, for one reason or another. Some important things, and others that I will probably put off for weeks. I’m looking at this list, writing these words and listening to Peter Murphy’s song Indigo Eyes. If I were in a better mood, I would replace Indigo with Cindigo and dance around my living room singing Cindigo Eyes….but I’m not…..so I won’t.

I couldn’t sleep last night. I ended up just getting up at six, taking a shower and actually making it to the 8:30 yoga class.

I had a dream that was half way between being awake and asleep. If you’re one of those people that hates reading about dreams, just skip the next couple of paragraphs.

I was in a building that was similar to the school that I go to. They just built a new building and it’s very modern. There is a lot of natural wood and smells like new carpet and paint. That part is real, not just in the dream. This morning in class someone from administration came up and asked whoever owned the black Dakota (me) to move it, because they were carting away the port-a-johns and my truck was blocking it. Okay, that part was real too….now, onto the mystical, symbolic, really deep and meaningful dream. <—–severe sarcasm in case you didn’t get it.

I was in this building that looked like the school but was actually some kind of nut house. Okay that part is actually the dream, but could also be considered reality. Anyway, I’m in this place and it’s night time, I have my pajamas on and I’m playing records. I have long brown hair and my pajamas are like from the 1800’s or something….more like a night gown. I’m looking out the window into the darkness and I’m upset that my favorite record is broken. But only the first two songs are unable to play. I know what the two songs are, but I’m not going to tell you because, believe it or not, I don’t want to reveal that much about my psyche. I’m trying to play the record anyway when my anatomy teacher walks into the room. Actually it’s a guy that kind of looks like my anatomy teacher, but isn’t. He’s smiling all creepy, but I figure he’s being nice so I say “hi”. He tells me that I have to go into the other room. I tell him that I would like to stay right where I was and play records. He continues to smile creepily, goes to the other room and gets a straight jacket and comes at me with it. He continues to smile and tell me that if I don’t want to fit in, I will have to pay the consequences.

At this point I wake up and take a shower.

The class I had this morning was, for the most part, annoying. It’s a new class, and they haven’t quite figured out how it’s going to go yet. I’m sure it will get better, but today, I just wasn’t in the mood to be an experiment. We had to answer questions about how we feel about touching people, people touching us, what our family was like….stuff that if you had just gotten out of high school and enrolled in massage school, you might not have thought about yet. Since I HAVE thought about all of these things through, and didn’t feel like getting in groups of six and discussing my answers, I was thoroughly annoyed. Or as I said to the girl sitting to my right after we were done with the 15 minute forced meditation, “I’m so fucking annoyed right now”. She turned to me, smiled and said, “But how do you really feel? Come on now, don’t hold back”.

I was going to continue on with this tirade, but, I’ll stop. I have this list, on a white sheet of unlined paper, under the bic pen. It’s calling my name.

But first, some corporate pop song lyrics that I like. And, no, this wasn’t one of the songs on my broken record. And no, I don’t have any particular group of people in mind.

This song inspires me to stop sleeping and move. And, at the moment, I’m feeling a little foggy.

Take these plastic peopleÊ
Read their lips, now let it lingerÊ
Is there anything that makes them sound sincere?Ê
Tightly hold your handÊ
Take a deep breath, give them the fingerÊ
Are you worriedÊ
That your thoughts are not quite clear?Ê
(Twitch)Ê
Overlooked, unfit appearanceÊ
I remember fallingÊ
I remember marchingÊ
Like a one man armyÊ
Through the blazeÊ
I remember coughingÊ
I believe in somethingÊ
I don’t want to remember fallingÊ
For their liesÊ

Unbutton your clothesÊ
Undress your soul, show them your vigorÊ
Are those inhibitions easiest to fear?Ê
Take this gasoline tinÊ
Head up high , walk like a winnerÊ
Let the bare feet be the last sound that they hearÊ

So tired…yet so many funny stories to tell. It’s almost midnight and the dog and her owner need a walk.

I’m watching the best movie ever. EVER! These zombie, gothic, reptile creatures are attacking these high school kids who are having a bon fire stoner party in the woods. It looks like it was made in the early eighties. The only person that survived the party was the sweethearted blond virgin.

I just got back from City Club. I was sitting here earlier watching an equally bad (bad meaning good, but also meaning bad) horror film when I was inspired to put on my sparkle vanilla lipgloss and big clompy boots and venture out once again into the real world.

Nothing new to report from the real world.

Here is a bad haiku montage of the evening…..

two thirty a.m.
i am back from the real world
time to go to bed

amino acid
that was the rock and roll band
they were second year

i wasn’t upset
that everything was too loud
and people were drunk

banging on the door
six of us in the bathroom
we weren’t smoking pot

Her breast reduction
was a fantastic success
she is satisfied

that girl was kissing
almost everyone except
for me and To-mas

gus was at his job
missing the hilarity
poor, sad, working, gus

sad gus hates haiku
that is why this is funny
if only to me

alma is pretty
she likes my fingernails
go see her art show

processor humming
now everything is quiet
i’m thinking outloud

just like the sad moon
looking for a satelite
the stars are too far

I’m having issues this evening. When I stand, it feels like a giant magnet is pulling me to the floor and sucking all of the energy out of my body. I’m trying to pinpoint the cause of this phenomena as either physical, mental or spiritual.

1) Physical:

I’m thinking allergies may have something to do with it. The cedar bark I was digging in all day made my lips puff up and become dry. Also, the weed killer that I spilled on my hand as I was assulting the dandelions, made my arm up to my elbow go numb. So, this random, out of sorts, crawl under the table kind of evening may be nothing more than scientific chemical reactions.

2) Mental:

I have been thinking myself to death. There is smoke comming out of my ears, and I think my eyeballs may have fused to my skull because of the intense heat.

2) Spiritual:

What could that be? I’m not really sure. Lack of faith that everything is exactly how it’s supposed to be….contrary to how I feel at any given moment. Fighting the fact that I am not the center of the universe, an island or a desperado.

Also, when I get like this I like to break it down so even I can understand it. Am I……

H.ungry
A.ngry
L.onely
T.ired

Yes friends, it’s the tried and true H.A.L.T. principal. 100% of the time it is one or more of these four things. I’m not hungry, but, judging by the last time I ate which was eight hours ago, I should be. I feel angry, but it’s just random crabbiness. It’s like someone keeps poking at me, poking at me, poking at me. I yell, “STOP POKING ME!” But there’s no one here but me. I’m lonely, and not for lack of phone calls or places to go. And I’m tired, but not for lack of sleep.

It’s true….I’ve turned into a pop song by Pink.

Don’t let me get me
I’m my own worst enemy
Its bad when you annoy yourself
So irritating
Don’t wanna be my friend no more
I wanna be somebody else

I wanna be somebody else, yeah

This is the time at cindigodotcom where I pick up the phone…..or maybe turn on some bad pop music, dance around the living room, and then pick up the phone.

Okay, here’s what I’m gonna do. I’ll eat something first, dance around the living room second, and pick up the phone third.

Issue solved.

You have a fish tank. The filter is so loud at times that you can’t sleep. The two pillows you have over your head are not blocking the sounds. You know you have ear plugs somewhere, but you can’t find them in the dark at three in the morning. For future refrence, just so you know, one 800 mg vitamin e gel cap stuck in each ear works great.

My lawnmower broke on Thursday. I pulled that damn starter cord until blood vessels were bursting on my forehead. I brought it to the mower shop two blocks from my house. The mower guy was an exceptional jerk. He didn’t want to fix the mower because he was too busy, and he didn’t want me to leave it because he didn’t have any space. These two concerns were legitimate on his part, but, the tone in his voice and the look on his face, made me want to slap him silly.

So, I took the mower back, and drove it around in my truck for a while.

My friend Rob’s roommate had a mower in his garage that was there when he moved in. He gave it to me. Rob made a Frankenstein mower out of both while I pretended to help.

The new creation needed a spark plug and the mulching blade sharpened. I went back to the evil mower shop. I figured I would give the guy the benefit of the doubt that he was just having a bad morning.

He was worse the second time. He gave me the evil eye when I went in, and was even more snippy than earlier. He sharpened the blade grudgingly and practically threw the spark plug at me. He then said, “five two seven dollars”. These three words put together with no inflection or pauses made no sense to me. I said, “excuse me?”. He sighed, practically rolled his eyes back into his head and said, “five two se-VEN dollars”. I then understood that the to sharpen the blade was five dollars and the spark plug cost two dollars, totaling seven dollars. I pulled out a five and two ones. He then adds with a smirk, that , “whoever put on your mower blade put it on upside down. So you’ve been cutting your lawn with the square edge of the blade”.

I smile. “Oh, really”, I say, ” that’s a funny thing. I’ve had that blade on there for about three years, and….I BOUGHT IT HERE!” He tried to say that it was impossible because he doesn’t even sell those type of blades. Sorry guy, my mistake, it was the other crappy mower shop two blocks from my house. I smiled, rolled MY eyes at him and walked out the door vindicated.

A small instant karma makes me smile.