Where Is My Mind?

Where I plan to retire
Where I plan to retire

Have you ever had one of those weeks where you woke up on Monday morning, then the next thing you know it’s Friday morning?  Sure, that sounds great.  But it’s actually much more disorienting than you might think.  I feel like I haven’t had time to do anything relaxing, like listen to music or write.  It seems this place called “work” has zapped the life right out of me this week.  There were other factors in this life force drain I’m feeling at the moment.  Grab a cup of coffee and let me explain.

My wife spent five hours in the E.R. Monday night so she could have her head examined…literally.  It seems that pre-fair vehicular bump jarred her neck pretty good.  She’ll live(thankfully), but she spent Monday night waiting to be seen at a state-of-the-art medical facility that runs their urgent care like some medical hut in a desolate North African village.  She said there was a gentleman that waited for two hours to be seen as he sat bleeding profusely from a severe cut on his hand.  He ended up leaving.  Another corporation that pretends to be a hospital.  It’s capitalism at its finest.  So, after hours waiting and waiting she got to see a “professional” and he ordered a CT-scan.  Well everything turned out fine.  All looked normal.  She sprained her neck(there was a technical term but I can’t remember what it was).  Two prescriptions of painkillers and one for a muscle relaxer later she was out the door.  The lesson learned here?  County fairs are no good.  If I want to see animals I’ll go to a petting zoo.  If I want to ride rides, I’ll go to an amusement park, and if I want deep-fried foods I’ll go to KFC.

The other exciting thing that happened this week was the great sleepover of 2013.  My oldest daughter had a surprise party/sleepover for one of her really good friends that is moving away to Iowa in a week.  Her dad’s job didn’t work out in town so he had to go where the job was, and that job was in Iowa.  It’s always sad to see your kids lose a friend, but especially when that kid is one of the good ones;  well-behaved, smart, fellow band geek, and just an all around good kid to have around.  My daughter and her other friends planned a surprise sleepover for their friend that was leaving.  They decorated our basement family room, my daughter made a cake, and there were enough sweets to make a dentist drool in anticipation of certain tooth decay.  I did my duty and bought pizza, chips, and two 2-liters of Mountain Dew(I can’t believe I drank that stuff when I was a teen).  All in all, it went pretty well.  I was in the kitchen making dinner for my wife and I and was trapped while the girls were upstairs in the dining room eating.  It’s amazing the things 13 year old girls say when they’re in a group.  Had it been two girls, they would’ve noticed the adult in the room and would’ve spoken in hushed tones and low giggles.  But when there’s five of ’em, all bets are off.  I wanted to disappear, but there was nowhere to disappear to.  I had to just uncomfortably rough it out.  When I heard “It’s my life’s goal to die a virgin” I could feel myself begin to melt into the floor.  Granted, I suppose that’s what you want to hear coming out of a 13 year old girl, but still.  This is territory I really don’t want to explore when I’m cutting onions.  Soon enough they disappeared back into the basement where they’d come from and I was free to wipe the sweat from my brow and melt into the couch cushions.

I feel like I haven’t slept in four days.  I guess your wife going to the E.R. and five 13 year old girls talking about virginity and boys and what they want to name their kids when they get older will do that to a fella.  I’m looking forward to disappearing into the studio tomorrow and coming up with some crazy music.


2 Replies to “Where Is My Mind?”

  1. I saw your mind, hiding inside that Lego Acropolis. At least I think that was it.

    I can’t possibly imagine the fear overhearing such a conversation. It’s like accidentally opening the bathroom door when you’re grandmother is on the toilet. I think I’d squirm even if I heard that conversation from the next table at a food court.

    I hope your wife recovers soon and your basement studio gets worn out by the creative frenzy.


    1. Yep, that was my mind. Thanks. I think I’ll just leave it be. It looked comfortable in there.

      Opening the bathroom door on your grandma. Great way to put it, and that’s just how it felt. There’s no getting around the squirm in that situation. None. Zilch.

      Thanks, she’s already much better than she was Monday and Tuesday. And here’s to some epic noise making tomorrow!


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