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S.A.D.

Midweek is my low point. Tuesday through Friday I come home every evening to an empty house. At night fall, I crawl into bed alone. Before sunrise, I wake up alone and drive into work by myself. Add in my normal winter blues, a lack of money to go out and enjoy myself, and now, a lack of cell phone (didn’t have the money to pay that bill) and I’m a sulky, miserable hermit. I always try to pep-talk myself on the way home from work to tinker with any number of things around the house that despirately need attention. But after about 15 minutes in my car, knowing that the next 14+ hours will be spent alone before I end up at work again, I lose all my motivation.

I have not yet found a cure for this. In years past, I’ve tried going tanning once every couple of days, in hopes that some artificial sun would give me some extra ‘umph. But, all it seemed to do was make me feel good for 8-10 minutes and lift $30/month out of my pocket.

I’m open to suggestions. Winter has definitely been the most difficult thing to adjust to for this California girl.

What Arms Are For

“When I go to bed, I need you to kiss AND hug me. Ok?”

I got called out on not hugging her before she snuggled her unicorn and slipped into Dream Land. She informed me about it like, perhaps, I just forgot. And this time, she’s going to gently let me know about my mistake. But, next time, I might have to put my nose in the corner for time out.

I suppose there’s worse things in life… like, car insurance payments, green peas, and famine. Having someone remind you that they need your hugs certainly makes the rest of it much easier to take in stride.

The effects of Karma

Never have I been into the whole idea of Karma. However, today’s events may change that.

The background information: Ever since I moved from California, I’ve had issues with my ID. When I moved to Kansas City, Missouri, the MO DMV screwed up my home address. This caused me to have to return to the DMV and pay for a new license. Not a major inconvenience, but inconvenient nonetheless.

When I moved to Kansas, I checked and double checked everything to the best of my ability to prevent the same thing from happening. However, when I received my first license in the mail, it did not include my “M” class endorsement (motorcycle), only my “C” class. I was unaware of this until I was riding a bright orange motorcycle down Kansas Ave in Topeka and got pulled over (Going 7mph over the speed limit … wearing a skimpy shirt, shorts, no helmet and flip-flops. True squid style. I think the cop just wanted to say hello.) He realized my license didn’t have the “M” endorsement and wouldn’t let me continue riding the bike (never did give me a warning or ticket).

I went back to the DMV once more and told them of the correction needed. My second KS card didn’t have me listed as an organ donator (Some might say that while riding without a helmet, I’m a perfect candidate for such.) My picture was so flattering on both IDs that I’ve never wanted to go back and contest it. I tend to just carry my CM license, as I have plenty of other documents and people to account for my intent to donate organs should I ever die.

Track back to early December of last year. I lost my CM license. I haven’t been too awful worried about it, because, well, it’s cold. I’m not out riding the bike, so this shouldn’t come into play for another couple of months. However, now that my job is going to make it difficult for me to get off of work, I’ve been dreading having to find a time to go back to the DMV to get another ID made up.

So, last night I swing by the Topeka & Shawnee County Public Library. As I stepped out of my car, I saw someone’s ID laying face down in a grassy median. I picked it up to find that it was some young girl’s license. When I got home, I wrote her a short letter and slipped ‘em into an envelope. Stamped it and shoved it into one of those blue boxes outside of the Post Office.

This afternoon, I gave Phil a call on my lunch break to talk to my tall drink of water. He starts off a little uncertain, telling me a stranger showed up at out front door. Guess what the stranger had? My ID. Said he found it on Main Street in our small town (near our Post Office).

Although I don’t know that it made me a true believer in Karma or a disbeliever in coincidence, it definitely put a smile on my face. I guess not every good deed goes unpunished.