Too many strange things happened today. It would be difficult to recount them all without boring you. So, I shall endeavor to write with a twist of Lori and a hint of humor. I'm short on sarcasm and besides - it's just not the same if I'm not there in person laughing the whole time, eyes twinkling mischeviously and scrunching up my nose in a gesture of total amusement...
Well, I suppose I could begin with the fact that I was up, showered and dressed before 9:30 on a Wednesday morning. I then saw Sammy (who brought bagels) and we headed off to the NBN Headquarters (because she had a Siyur for Sheirut Leumi.) I left her there and headed back home. On the way I stopped off and did the balance of our shopping. I left for work early and bussed up Yafo. (As I passed the bus-stop an 18, 13 and 21 all pulled up at the same time. I took it as a sign.)
The office was quiet. I typed up labels and finished labeling the three orange binders. I spent about three hours filing and a good portion of it was spent on the floor - excercising my biceps and triceps while lifting files basically getting as good of a workout as if I had been lifting weights.
I got out of the office on time and headed out to Geulah (for the second time in two days.) I did some shopping and actually got stuff for myself. I felt so grown-up going out and spending my own money. What can I say? I'm moving on in life. (Though my bank account has taken a plunge...) Oh yeah, have I ever mentioned how much I can't stand shopping? Strange, no? I sure did spend a lot of time in stores today.
Speaking of plunges - the apartment is having some troubles of its own. Forget heat and hot water - we gave up on those forever ago. But the toilet is having it's own issues - namely the fact that the ceramic base is falling apart. I wouldn't mind - except for the fact that it's leaking too. I wonder if that is a good thing. Something inside keeps saying, "not so good..." but until there is more conclusive proof, I refuse to believe it.
Tomorrow is Thursday again. I can't figure it out. Where do the days keep going?
Speaking of time flying by, tonight and tomorrow are my Grandmother's Yartzheit. It's sad, I was only 9 when she passed away. I don't really remember her. It's more like I remember the idea of her. I think I'll go and shteig a bit in her merit.
It's a scary and sobering thought. We are here for so short a time and in that time we are supposed to change the world.
It seems an impossible task.
I think I'm up to it.