It’s in my blood.
I know it.
However, the interesting thing about Irony is that it can be accidental instead of intentional. That’s what I discovered yesterday while clicking shots with my iPhone.
Yesterday was a splendid day –
if you love the adventure of a snowstorm.
And I do.
That was not gonna stop me from doing what I had to, which was to make a run to Starbucks to make a quick revision on my computer – the one I hadn’t been able to complete the night before, since I became engaged in a fascinating conversation with 2 Baristas and another man who sat beside me about the abysmal state of Education in this country.
And so, determined as I am, no snowstorm was going to stop me from the task I hadn’t completed the night before.
It was a bit difficult getting the Smart out of its parking spot. The night before, I had burned rubber doing so, and I was doing the same that morning. Luckily a neighbor gave me the push I needed to go skating with my car.
We skated and danced down the streets and swooshed into a parking spot filled with snow.
The sign on the door indicated that Starbucks was closing early, and as I had no idea what time it was, I soon learned I was under deadline pressure. I was the last one out of there. That was after they had told me to leave 3 times.
“I’m almost done,” I said. “I’ve been trying to finish this for the past 4 days. One more sentence, and I’m out of here!”
Getting out of that parking space in front of Starbucks proved to be highly challenging, however.
It took a total of 5 guys at various stages to push me out – but not just push me out, but to push me to the corner, so I could get onto the main street.
They were wonderful!
There the Smart and I did the Twist, to a song by Sam Cooke, until we managed to make that u-turn.
Then we danced all the home.
The next challenge, of course, was getting back into the parking space I had left earlier. This time the storm was heavy and much larger cars than mine were immobilized, spinning wheels, going nowhere fast. But I had made it to the spot, I had left earlier, but not into it.
This time my highly impatient neighbor who had earlier guided me out of the stop came to the rescue. But impatient people make me nervous and I become giddy around them and start to laugh. So it wasn’t until a patient neighbor with a very long beard, a physicist, named Brian, came out with his shovel and began solving my dilemma, while explaining the Physics of the problem.
We were a wonderful team. It took some time, but we solved the problem – through patience and calm communication.
That’s when I saw Sunshine walking towards me with her shovel and I snapped several shots of her. And that’s where I later discovered the irony of the picture I had taken.


Fly Away Thursday

At least I think that’s when it began.
Sometime in the middle of the night when Tiny Mystery occurred.
I was fast asleep.
And stayed fast asleep through whatever happened.
But when I awoke, after I had had my mug of espresso, reached for my blog, and started scribbling whatever I had to say that moment –
That’s when I got around to looking at myself.
That took a while.
(Actually longer than a while …
Took forever to get my head out of the clouds that morning.) –
That’s when I looked down at myself –
Something must’ve not felt right cause I kind of shrugged.
Something wasn’t on right.
And that’s when I saw my top was on backwards!
Cause I didn’t remember going to sleep with it that way on.
Thought about it for a little bit.
But kept on going to the next task in …
My Guide To Waking Up Each Day
It’s almost time for my meeting!
20 minutes still.
Surely I can keep track of that, right?
Anyway I could mess that up?
They worked on me for 1:15 minutes.
They rearranged me several times and ended up pasting sticky notes all over me with specific times and dates of the challenges I faced ahead of me.
There were many.
More than I could ever meet.
A big challenge lay ahead of me.
I drove to the Whole Foods at the Inner Harbor.
Replaced the damaged Buddha Bells I bought yesterday and zipped out of there without any further incident.
(Last night I was blasting Joy Division as I pulled up the hill at the Whole Foods parking lot. It was working fine. The cars ahead me had no problems. The mechanism to issue a ticket failed when I got there. They tried to fix it and they couldn’t. So they opened the gate and gave me carde blanch to make sure I got out of there.)
When I returned, the oldest man (there were 3 total, trying to figure out why the ticket dispenser had failed) was still there – the one I don’t remember – and he grinned when he saw me, and did a thumbs up!
I had no idea why.
But I smiled anyway.
I blasted the music on the shitty Smart speakers on the ride back home, whistling all the way back.
On the way back I kept losing the stickies. (I was looking pretty frail according to Sticky Standards)
I ended up at my local Starbucks, by Hopkins. Where all the crazies go –
That’s when I looked down at myself – And from there wings sprouted and I flew away.
The biggest mystery of the day, however, was how I managed to wake up with my shirts (sweat and tank top) on backwards.

Up, Up and Away!

Had a really good time with my buddies, George and Sarah, yesterday in Rockville. He’s going to take me to Ocean City so we can just walk along the shoreline. We haven’t managed to work that out yet. We’ve been talking about it for a while, but now he understands it’s urgent to get me there, so we’re waiting for a good day (weather, no rain) to go there on a Sunday, Monday or Tuesday (his days off). Sarah (later) bought me two sketchbooks, cause I’m running out of paper, and we had this really (earlier) palatable (I can’t seem to handle meat, anymore) meal, something with fresh spinach and cheese melted and wrapped in a crepe. It took forever for me to order. I asked the guy very detailed questions about the menu selections, while trying to select something, make a decision.

Why are decisions sometimes so difficult?
But I did it!

And then, I needed more coffee, before I drove back to Baltimore, so Sarah went home and George and I went back to Starbucks for two shots of espresso. While they were making my coffee, the barista said (not to me): “The truck’s here.” to her coworker, in a funny way, and I looked outside and saw a semi, and I asked if the truck had coffee, and she said, “Yes.” And I said, “I wanna get on that truck!” And she laughed.

So George and I sat outside, while I drank my coffee, and the trucker had unloaded lots of stacked boxes, which were on a crate, and they were just sitting there, and I said to George, “Let’s hijack the truck!” (Not seriously). And he started laughing and said, “That would be really bad for your divorce case right now. And I’ve worked so hard to get stable (George has the greatest manic stories in the world! I was laughing so hard, I ended up on the floor, when he first told them to me.) it would be really bad for me too.” But he still thought it was funny. (And, tempting.) But the boxes just sat there. Filled with coffee beans.

Luckily, I had emailed Dr K when we first sat outside, and told him, I may be Hypomanic, but I wasn’t sure. And I think we need to increase my Trileptal. But he didn’t email me back until 2:00 AM. (I’ll get to that part soon.). So George asked me if I was okay to drive back, and I told him how much I love driving at night and cranking the music up, and that I would be okay.

So it was, like 9:00 PM.
And the boxes were still there!

And then the driver (he had been doing other stuff) was there too, and I asked if there was coffee in those boxes, and he said, “Yes.” And I said, “I want some!” And he said, “Which one do you want?” And I said, “French Roast, please.” Well, I didn’t get any. And I realized, I answered his question incorrectly. The Smart was a few feet away, and I should’ve said, “I want all of them. See the Smart, there? Just stack the entire block of 60 boxes on the roof, and I’ll be on my way.” Still, we had a lot of fun. As soon as I got home, I increased my Trileptal by 150 mgs, and the oddest thing happened. Within an hour, all the tension in my shoulders had vanished, the headache I had been battling since morning sprinted away, and I felt level!

Not normal.
Never normal.

Well, Dr K wrote me back at 2:00 AM, and I told him what I had done (With the meds. Didn’t dare tell him about the events leading up to the increase of meds.). Went back to sleep, and saw he had written back to me, and told me to keep the Trileptal at 500 mgs, not above, and divide it into 2 doses, morning and night. But I have no explanation for Giddy Attacks.

Oh, well.
George to the Rescue!
Once again.

“Stroll Through Reality…” — Page 3 —

(That’s what they tell, at least)

The veneer of clouds in the sky today made me think… 

An opportune moment to begin my search for The China Man.

But before I could do that, I had errands to run and exercises to do—the essentials—so I dressed, powdered my face, stained my lips with chocolate mousse, and prepared to leave the nest for a few hours, and stroll into that other world.

The brisk pace of my footsteps soon reached my injured (During The WAR, I sustained a near-fatal blow to the right shoulder—3 weeks into the war!) shoulder and loosened the knots that lived and grew there.

Though critical and life-threatening, I tagged my injury—now in its 10th month, and showing no signs of leaving my body—low priority, even though I shouldn’t have, because I am somewhat lazy when it comes to exercising my body, and often neglect its temple, and when I get around to doing what I have to do, to make my wound heal, well, it helps, don’t you know.

Business with Beans

My first task of the day was to pay my debts, so I hastened to Starbucks, with promissory note in hand, and handed them my card.  This time the manager was there to greet me, and we both giggled about yesterday’s silliness, and she said, if the register did not accept my card today, the beans was on-the-house!

Sweet thoughts crept into my mind.  And besotted with anticipation, I stood on the other side of the counter, and waited for the verdict.  “Because,” she added, “Yours is the only card it refused.  No one else’s.”

The suspense was unbearable.
I waited.
Then she turned to me, and I saw a twinkle in her eye…  “Nope— Refuses. Doesn’t want it.  Not today, either.”

That’s what she said.

Elated, I told her to send millions of thanks to Seattle from me, and tell them I said, “Hello.” This amused her for some reason, and she said, “Haha. Yeah, straight from Patission.”

2 Heads Are Better Than One

It made me self-conscious to think my patron had spent so much time thinking about me…
But, despite her hectic schedule and prominence in the world, apparently she had.  Gratitude flowered where I stood.  I picked one of its buds, and continued on my path, but was delayed, once again, by the adjustments I faced while trying to get where I was headed.

The Currency of Food

Though not terribly hungry today, my refrigerator was still empty, so I thought, yet again:  Why not stop and eat someone?

Surprised to see me so soon again, the server waved and step forward from the shadow of the wall, but I was in a hurry, and wasted no time, and asked him:

“What did I eat yesterday?”
And when he reminded me, I said:
“Well, I want more of the same today.”

I retreated to the garden to eat my meal, and patiently waited, hoping the emperor would once again visit me.  But, alas, he did not.  And instead I was the one who grew a beak and pecked at my food, this time leaving a sizable portion for him—just in case.

“Where are the birds today?” I asked my server.
“Where have they gone?”
“Too quiet!”

“Well,” he said, “Could be they sense rain—because of the clouds—and, you know, when they sense that, they fly lower, and head for their nests.”
That must be it.
I sat and waited some more.

I anchored my elbow to my skull and let my arm hang from there, since that helped my pain a bit.  But then it was time for me to leave, so I left the garden and headed for the cement of the street, tired and full, and headed back home, no longer interested in looking for The China Man today.

And even though it had appeared an ideal day to look for him…

He would have to wait.

After nursing my shoulder an hour or more, I went to my favorite shop, bought my favorite pastry, stocked-up on bottled water, nuts, cheese, and bread, and ate myself a snack.  I sat on my perch and fed from the stuff I bought, and then, just happened to look across the street, and there—guess who was there!—was the emperor on the rooftop of another house!

I was so happy to see him again.

He stood there for some time, on the edge, the corner, his presence filled with grace and beauty, so majestic was he, facing the intersection, and watched… Watched his kingdom from there.