Woke earlier than I have in a week today. Something in my core wants me to walk lighter in these shoes today...not as light as in the loafers lighter - more like walk with ease and purpose. Bust open this sleep thing. Perhaps a good practice walk with the proper use of quad cane rather than trip and stumble about the house and my block would be nice. I'll check with Mr. K-Lo later on...nope actually, he should be here within the half hour, will check with him then. I am glad.
I live at the end of a cul-de-sac so there really isn't many cars and their wheels for me to watch as they go by... it gets lonely around these parts.
Am home alone. Brenda has gone off to work, my youngest daughter left earlier and now I sit with the anticipation of K-Lo's visit and therapy. As I am eager to make doctor appointtments, am just as eager awaiting my physical therapists arrival. He's running a bit behind this morning. He'll be here soon I tell myself...please don't cancel out on me K-Lo.
I remember too well what it was like to drive my favorite car ever. My first "new off the auto lot" car, my P.T. Cruiser. Waited a life time for a new car - now am unable to drive it. I watch my wife and daughters drive it - while I play passenger. This falls under Mr. Murphy's Law, you see. Hell, same thing happened with me and my trike. Brand new and it's parked in the garage. Collecting dust. I hope no rust. Hope to be back on that slender ass bike seat before long...
...I bring up the slender seat because that damned thing messed with my bottom side and the junk pretty tough like. I would get the same tingling down below as my arms get from time to time. And that just does not seem normal. Unless one likes that. I think?
Oh yes, never have met a person named Rusty that I have liked. Don't know why and I just don't know why I really mention this. Just one of those silly funky things about me. I guess.
I remember my Coffee House as if we were just recently seperated. I consider how many tears I have shed because of this seperation...really don't have any idea how many but, I know I've spent many a morning and afternnon crying from the loss of my career. The faces of my peers, "co-owners" and our customers still fresh in mind. Names too. As the seasons come and go, I consider the years I did get to spend with this company and my pretty green apron. What a spendid place to work! It is with high hopes that there will be a reunion someday. I've got to hold on to this and believe this will happen someday...I miss the scent of fresh brewing coffee, the scent of espresso beans, our latte's and tea's. I bet I drank green tea by the liter. Oh, how I do miss this wonderful place. I'll never forget it. Always did have the best intentions in mind and gave the company my all. Somewhere in my heart, I know there are folks who know this. What can I do now? I'm a gimp.
The business plan for today is no sleep during the day...want to break the sleep wide open. I want to push myself further and further. Sleeping eighty hours in one week would set anyone back a piece. It's up to me to do the right thing. So then...let it be so.
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