THE ODYSSEY OF INVISIBILITY  The Consequences of Inconsequential Papers of Lists of Things on your schedule for that day. 

Surely such an odyssey may make you seem different to those who’ve known you because you are and they are.  One cannot expect to see someone conform to our expectations. 
We all Change. 
And while a list of things we want to accomplish on that day may give us some sense of control, until …
It’s either our time. 
Or it’s not. 

Today and today and today

It’s been that way all day, today. 
Finally, finally, finally – 
(But dare I say it? 
Very risky 
Very very risky. 
Oh, well. 
I’m not a Las Vegas Person. 
But this. 
This interests me immensely. )


TODAY
“Things are finally looking up.”
Good day yesterday. 
Good yesterday. 
Did research. 
Relaxed. 
Had my gourmet peanut butter and black currant jelly on country white bread sandwich. 


Listened to lots of music. 
Wrote. 
And wrote. 
And wrote and wrote and wrote.  
Went to bed. Slept well. Up during the night cause I had an earlier nap. Relaxed. And productive. Woke up rested. 
Took another nap. 
Worked and worked. 
Went out to get cigarettes and gas. 
Took Illinois Elgin – O’Hare something, etc., intending to go to Starbucks and spend the afternoon on my computer. But there was no sign on what was formerly 355 for the Woodefield Mall Exit, a major shopping attraction, anymore. 


I didn’t want to go to O’Hare, and besides, I doubted it was done anyway. They started building it when I was still living in the area. It would be years before it reached O’Hare, decades, perhaps. 


Not that I was thinking about the shit above when I was driving – nope. Not at all. Mostly I was trying to figure out where the fuck I was. I landed several towns away and in a different direction. So I decided to make a left at the intersection. The street was broad and had several lanes in both direction and was empty. 


I pulled into the outer left-turn lane. There were 2 outer left-turn lanes, land the light was red, so I relaxed a bit, and thought about getting my google navigation out, to help me find my way back to Woodfield. 


The other lanes, to my right, had green lights. But traffic was extremely light. So I sat in my lane and waited for the red arrow to turn into a green arrow, while the other lanes – on both sides of the road – were green. 


My focus was ahead. 


BOOM
BAM
CRASH
CRASH CRASH
BAM
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED! 
Fuck!  I was hit. 


I WAS OKAY. 
PRETTY MUCH. 
FOR A WHILE. 


The seat belt locked me tight against the seat. That was the most painful. 


Aside from splitting my upper lip (my first ever!) I felt physically okay. But my brain was no longer intact. Who knows what chemicals it was awash in now?




My Brain was in Shock. 


The absurdity of what I have so lovingly titled, THE ODYSSEY OF INVISIBILITY, of events – totally, outside of my control – would rival Voltaire’s Tale. 


Eventually, you start to wonder why Today keeps looking the same?
You’re cursed!


And the day keeps changing and looking the same. 
Today and today. 
However
I would rather not 



Resumes

Are so annoying. I’ve struggled with that rigid concept of putting yourself on the page in detail in four paragraphs. 

It’s revolting. 

Have no other way of putting it. 
But I finally solved the problem. 

Alas. 

Resume

• I bring a lot to the table. 


• Cannot out-argue me. Doesn’t mean it’s bad. It’s just one of those gifts. (TWITTER Insert transcript of right-winger who was unable to argue me. He left refreshed)


•  Street Smart. With a taste for Plato

Loving Titles

I am just so into titles.
And I have no idea why.
When I began to work as a correspondent for Lerner Papers in Northwest Suburban Chicago. –

Wow.
Some weird shit happened there.

The most interesting one was the perceptual error and tricks of the Brain. Or rather its resilience against conformity. The eye will see what it sees. No matter how hard someone might try to alter an Impression.

The designer was so pissed I didn’t describe his Logo as he had intended to elicit a specific response. The newspaper had to print an Apology.

And then, this really geeky editor, tall and emaciated. Blond hair. Bird Faced… And with a sense of humor.

Has already planned the Act and rushes to jump in front of you when he sees you and screws on a funny face, as says loudly:

“BETTY! You write some really long stories!”

And I’m lolling at him, trying to figure out what he’s talking about, but can’t, cause I’m frozen with Excitement.

And then he pulls a page 10 inches wide x 4 feet. The printers goofed and printed my story in headline fonts.

Twice.

I was like, wow.
That is really cool.

The story was a report announcing Hoffman Estates High School receiving the “The Presidential Award For Excellence In Education”.

The first thing Brenda asked me (I was her exclusive Correspondent) was if I was interested in writing headlines, but I couldn’t find any interest there for news titles. Seemed too boring. (Bedsides I had no idea what was going on most of the time.).

Brenda always gave me interesting Assignments. She knew I liked a lot of things, especially when it came to learning and sharing lots of things, new things.

But mostly Absurdity.

Toledo

I looked up at the darkening sky and wondered about the title above.

We had been driving through Ohio forever – that’s how it usually feels, but curiously, not today.

We took the scenic route that borders places like Columbus.

Earlier we saw a young Amish man, with his horse and wagon. He stood up and acknowledged us.

We are probably as uncommon to him as he is to us.

In the city you are surrounded by millions of other lonely people.

Makes sense.

So the sky had darkened and I looked up and saw a sign for Toledo.
And I thought –
That’s it.
And a lightning bug flew by.