Monday, December 20, 2010

Derailed, Upended, Tumped Over

49º ~ gloomy gray skies, a brisk wind, warm temps all week

Well, Dear Reader, today's post will have nothing to do with poetry as the day was derailed, upended, and tumped over almost from the start.

Because C. fed the cats, who are usually sure they might starve to death by 6:30 a.m., I was able to sleep in.  The sleeping in was nice, but the day started a bit later than usual as a result.  After a shower and breakfast, I realized I needed to get to the grocery store before the crowds swarmed in (I hate to go to the grocery store, hate is not too strong a word here...if the food could just magically appear in my kitchen, I'd be overjoyed forever).  Back home I finally got my coffee and settled in to read some blogs before reading some poetry and maybe tinkering with some newish drafts.  This was the pattern of my weekend and I hoped to repeat it today.

Alas!  I had only read three blogs when I managed to tip over my nearly full cup of coffee.  Luckily, the iPhone, wallet, and mouse were spared.  Sadly, most of the coffee went into my keyboard.  So much so that saving it was a lost cause.  I sopped up and mopped up the sticky delicious swamp (I take my coffee with milk and honey both), tossed out the keyboard and grabbed my keys.  One trip to West Little Rock's Best Buy at this time of year is enough to try a woman's soul.  As always I'm surprised by the lines and lines of people in the stores on a weekday morning.  I fought my way through the throngs and swept up a new keyboard.  Finally after swiping my debit card and winding my way back through WLR traffic, I arrived safely home.

Sadly, during my outing I learned that my plans to meet with a poet friend later today were also derailed as her car demanded a trip to the shop instead of the restaurant.

I did finish reading the blogs and thought I might salvage my day, given that we're on break and my afternoon plans were canceled; however, I am a creature of habit, of form, of ritual, and I know this sounds hokey, but I just can't get back in the groove.

I believe I will now go sink my nose into a mystery novel.  The day is gray and cool, so burrowing until the blankets on the couch with my wonderful hot water bottle at my feet will not be a complete burden. :)


Molly said...

I think you've done just the right thing (if you are indeed there, buried in blankets with nose in book). I myself could never recover from grocery shopping AND a keyboard incident all in one day, not to mention the other derailments you suffered. May the groove await you another day.

Sandy Longhorn said...

Thanks for understanding, Molly. C and I agree that I would not survive any earlier time period.

Tawnysha Greene said...

I hope that at least it was a good book and your day got better!

Sandy Longhorn said...

Thanks, Tawnysha...yes and yes

Kathleen said...

Oh, my! And then the moon hid its face on your behalf!

We regularly go through keyboards in this fashion at work, but it does not stop us from drinking coffee at our desks.

Sandy Longhorn said...

And we're grownups! Seems we should cut the kids a bit of slack when they spill...or maybe design some spiffy adult sippy cups with lids that don't pop off the second you pick up the cup. :)

Allie Jane said...

Best Buy in Mid- December?! I have nothing but sympathy for you.

Sandy Longhorn said...

Thanks, Allie! Given the lines at Best Buy, at least we can celebrate the economy starting an upswing. :)