Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – July 6, 2004
Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – July 6, 2004 – It’s been one of those days! I woke up menopausal weary and bleary eyed. I finally made it down to the kitchen to look after The Alphabet Boys by about quarter to eight. The sparrows were already perched on the back fence chirping for their feeder. Augie and I went for our usual morning walk, followed by breakfast for one and all.
I had tea and toast then headed upstairs for a shower. I left for an Agent’s Open House on a new listing in the east end of the city and was very pleased with the outcome. A great group of agents attended and the comments were complimentary and positive. I finished up about one-thirty and headed back to my home office to do some work.
I was on the road again by four o’clock to head out to the far west end of the city for a meeting. I took the Lakeshore so I could drive along by the lake. Today was a glorious weather day – warm and sunny, and the water was dotted with the white sails of dozens of boats. Nice job if you can get it – sailing a boat a warm July day! I finished work about eight-thirty and got home by nine. The last of the sparrows were still in the garden pecking at the feeder. Ziggy and Augie welcomed me home with enthusiastic greetings. I think more to do with high hopes for dinner than actually missing me.
My job can be a lonely one. An erratic schedule makes it difficult to connect with other people. It dawned on me that this is one of those summer evenings, when I should have met a friend after work for a drink on an outdoor patio by the lake. That did not happen and it’s dark out now. The last hours of another day. I guess there are simply some days when I feel ho hum and others when my spirit shines brightly. The trick on the “blah’ days is to remember all the things I have to be grateful for, let the down mood wash over me and then dissipate as it always does.
No one ever said life was a bowl of cherries, or if they did, they didn’t have much life experience. Forrest Gump had it right when he said, “Life is like a box of chocolates – you never know what you’re gonna git”. I think this needs to be an early -to-bed night for me. Perhaps a nice hot bath on the way, to soothe my melancholy mood, and some soft music to ease me into sleep. The Alphabet Boys have quieted for the night, and it’s time for me to do the same. Tomorrow is another day.