On Tuesday I went to the training session with Jaybird at Cassius's place. I got home an hour earlier than usual and discovered that maribou had a concert which required me to drive Jaybird so she could have the car. All day I was thinking about what a wonderful walk I would have going to the Birdhouse. My big leather longcoat over my gray hoodie that gives me that Ted Kaczynski look.
Oh lord, I correctly spelled his surname on the first try.
Yet it wasn't to be, I drove over and we headed to Cassius's place. I was too wrapped up in my own drama about the car accident and generally feeling sorry for myself and how my life is complete shit. Two blocks from Cassius's place Jaybird asks if I've been more depressed than usual. I griped about the car accident, how I was annoyed at myself and basically being a failure.
After the workout I felt better in my head and my body. Later we went to Chipotle and he talked to me for a while giving parables about monks crossing rivers with rich old ladies among other things. Funny thing is that parable had been running through my head the last couple of weeks.
By the time we got back to his place, about quarter to nine, I saw that the car was still in the driveway. When I picked him up at six the car was still in the driveway. My first thought is that they conspired for this situation to confront me about my recent attitude.
I have friends.
Sometime last night I woke up to the sound of thunder and rain. Not a bad thing at all. I remember laying in the dark, eyes covered by one of my black shirts and appreciating the novelty and beauty of rain.
