At peace

It’s been a while since I felt so incredibly random. Rather, it’s been a while since I wanted to write about my randomness so intensely. For some reason, everything up till this point had to be articulate. Well defined, organized and with good reasons. Guess it just comes with being older or colder. It was terribly cold last few weeks. Negative 20 degree Fahrenheit weather makes you respect the coldness. The nostrils freeze first and then for some uncontrollable reason you just start coughing. It hurts to laugh and hurts even more to think. In the time it took for me to park my car and plug in the engine warmer, I found myself numbing to nothingness. Every night, I was only minutes away from frostbite. Everybody has a mean streak. You just have to know them enough. As the lunches and dinners pile on, you understand what the other person hates the most, over a delayed check or the wrong dressing on their salad. I too have many mean streaks. If you must know, for starters, I hate squirrels and have often wished ill for them. My plane was canceled because the flight attendant passed out. Flying from a small town, you realize that airlines only have one flight attendant available. If she falls, the plane is cancelled. They put us on a bus to the next airport. While others were grumbling I found myself surprisingly patient and terribly sleepy. I love empty buses. Spreading over two seats makes me feel I am getting something free. I reached home five hours later then I expected but just as tired and sleepy. Self learning sucks if all that you unravel is that have literally miles to go before you become a good driver at the limit. It is easy to make mistakes if there a snow bank to cushion. You flick left, you flick right but then what of the throttle and when do brakes really need to be pressed.Drift, thud, Damn. What must I make of the fact that I find it impossible to read a book? I keep returning to the books I have already read. For the ones I haven’t I get put off by their hard book covers. I am looking for a paper back with just the right font and perhaps a whitish cover. And of course, a short snappy title, like Great Expectations! Lastly, it’s incredibly hard getting rid of fruit flies.