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Night Owl

Working for the man, napping when I can.

Month

June 2016

Change

I’m feeling wistful for a change lately. Not driving into the sunset, changing my name and living in a hut or anything, but I stare at friends on Insta and think…I gotta do something to shake this funk.

I have an idea in me for a tattoo but it is going to be expensive and the beginning of pool/ocean/sun/fun season really is the worst time to get one.

I need to start running again, or start a workout regime, or find a new triathlon to start training for. A goal to work towards.

I went to go buy new shoes the other day! Except they were out of my size and had to have them shipped in and I am almost positive that I will have talked myself out of it by the time they get here. The last time I bought shoes was over a year ago and my current flip flops are years and years old but I am not very good at spending money on myself even though it’s not like we are saving the money I don’t spend on myself. The money is still getting spent, its just going towards a vacuum cleaner or baby clothes.

This is the longest I have been at one job (3 years). This is the longest I have been in one house in years and years (1.5 years).

Sometimes growing up feels like walking in a cave. It started out as a cavernous expanse and the further I go, the more choices I make, the narrower the walkway gets. The closer together the walls get until they are pressing you from both sides and it’s impossible to go backwards but you can’t see whats ahead of you. I need to carve a new space. I need to climb up if going forward feels too hard.

I need to buy some fucking shoes.

 

The heat of the moment.

“911 what’s the address of your emergency?”

It’s true that sometimes when people call 911 it is in the heat of one of the worst moments in their life. Sometimes, it’s just in the heat of a moment they THINK is an emergency.

“I need an ambulance, I’m bleeding from my mouth.”

“Okay ma’am I have an ambulance started that way but I need to ask you some questions.  Did anything happen to make your mouth bleed?” (This is code. Were you hit? Do we need to send police as well? Do you have a bleeding disorder or something we need to take seriously?)

“No no, nothing! I was just brushing my teeth and when I spit out the whole sink is red. I need an ambulance!!”

“They are driving to you, they’ve been driving since we started talking. Now-”

“Oh…. oh my goodness…” She interrupts me, the pieces falling together for her. “Do you know what? (Oh my goodness I’m so embarrassed) I know what happened.”

*sigh*

“Ma’am?”

“I, well, I was eating a cupcake earlier and it had red icing. Oh my goodness that’s what was in the sink. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m fine.”

I giggle as I hang up the phone and radio to the paramedics that they can cancel the call. I can imagine how embarrassed she was but for me? Those calls are the best.

 

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