Domo Arigato
Today felt like just another day. I walked out the door and it felt so robotic. There was my ride, waiting in the driveway, and there I was with my messenger bag and bag full of Ziploc baggies of snacks and salad, books I don’t read and a incredibly neglected journal. The summer air hit me in the face, reminding me of where I live and it will get hotter. The yard looked the same and I felt the same. The best part was an extra kiss from my little girl and the knowing that I actually made her a lunch consisting of more than a peanut butter sandwich. My tasks today are the same as everyday as far as my job and the conversation in my carpool will be relatively the same consisting of the obligatory chatter about kids, work and the occasional fart joke.“good morning…good morning…hey, how’s it going?”...another day in paradise. Then the dance around the coffee maker and water/ice machine…the breakfast vendor guy is smiling as he makes a killing on his powdered eggs and wimpy bacon. I am then reminded of the emailed menus sent out from him which infuriate me with their misspellings, improper use of capital letters, and overall bad formatting. Glad I brought my own food today. Breakfast for me is a couple pieces of Swiss cheese and hard salami…a far cry from the low fat/high fiber diet my doctor prescribed for me. But I do have some carrots, grapes and a salad in the overly packed refrigerator.
As I write, I realize my verbiage is as mundane as my morning. I am reminded that I actually live a life most people would wish for. I have many people that love me and I love a great many people. I am also reminded of a girl who would listen to me ramble about mundane things every day and that these ramblings are few and far between. Her absence adds to my monotony. So perhaps today is a day to digress into my clouded mind and find some memories to dance around in. Even if these memories are of me rambling about my mundane day to a certain, special girl.
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