Another day

I sit, reflecting back on an oddly undisturbing day. I drove our still unnamed car to the dealership for its “ten-month checkup”! WHOA DOGGIE!!! That is one of those events you anticipate for what seems like an eternity.

The morning finally comes. You have to decide if you are going to go through with the appointment or throw yourself off your balcony. You live on the ground floor. The ground is well mulched. Yes, you could hurt yourself, but after Karla bandaged you up, you would still find yourself driving to the dealership in far-away Moreno Valley.

So, I took unmamed car in for its check-up. There really were no other options. When I made the appointment, they told me it would be two hours so I was prepared with a book and a bottle of water. When I arrived, they were swamped. But a young man greeted me shortly. I could tell by the sparkle of his eyes that he was grinning. He told me he loved my mask and thanked me for giving him a smile and he said Lauren would be out soon. I have to admit that simple greeting made all seem cool. (Thanks again, Trudy.) A couple of minutes later a woman came out, introduced herself and said that Lauren was busy, but that she could get me checked in. Check in went quickly and efficiently. When I asked about the two-hour estimate, this person was apologizing left and right, but it would be three hours. She gave me options; they had drivers who would take me anywhere, or they had a tv lounge I could sit it.

She was good at her job. I was oddly calm and went into the tv lounge. There was a novella playing. Soap operas in Spanish aren’t my thing. But across the drive, dappled in sunlight was a cement bench. It wasn’t a warm morning so the sun sounded wonderful. The bench was surprising comfortable considering it was concrete. The curves worked for me. I spent an hour and half reading a great book that Karla loaned me, enjoying the sun.

But my amazing paradise sunk into shade and I went inside for warmth. I found that if I sat in the back of the lounge, the novella didn’t distract me and all was good. About an hour later, I decided it was warm enough outside and went back to my little paradise. At 1PM exactly may car was pulled up right in front of where I sat.

I went inside. Lauren greeted me and said she was just finishing up my paperwork. The woman who checked me in came to Lauren’s station and made small talk, and the dude who first greeted me joined us. We talked. About the book I was reading. And how do you find time to read? We focused on things that are unifiers, intentionally or not.

A totally bad day was actually okay.

Are these drugs good, or what?