tales from an ordinary world

2002-03-04

I spent the day tense, and listened to Mark Eitzel all the way home, unable to look at people. I can't let these bad feelings get the better of me, because I know that anything I do will come back at me later. I can't be all things to all people, but occasionally I can be something to someone. On days like today I have to work harder to make this evident.

He apologized for not calling to tell me the contact lenses hadn't arrived for me yet, but of all the things that bothered me today, this bothered me the least. An excuse to escape for lunch, on a day where the only rational thing to do was to go outside. The walk back to work was the best of all, at a brisk but not hurried pace, stopping at the micro-supermarket on the corner of Punt Road for an ice cream (the first one this year, I think). I was relaxed. I wasn't thinking about anything other than how much I was enjoying these moments. These times are few, and I rarely treasure them like this.