So I’m sitting in the Jeep in the parking lot closest to the Dunkin’ Donuts near work. I was not able to grab the coveted shady spot, but there’s enough of a breeze to make sitting in the Jeep bearable. I am gazing at the golden rod and purple tinged weeds that line the parking lot; this is a form of meditation that helps me clear my mind.
It has been a week that has needed a lot of clearing of the mind.
Things are a little strange at work. I guess it’s strange when you no longer have a clear sense of direction or being grounded. I’m just doing what I’m suppose to do to the best of my ability and with the hopes that what I think is right is right. The air in the office is somewhat thick with tension. It kind of reminds me of when I worked for DEC and folks started walking around with layoff notices and buy out offers, but I don’t believe that we are in the position in any way. Things are just in flux and it’s going to be a little while before they’re unfluxed.
I don’t think that’s a word.
Yesterday my chiropractor noticed that I had shaved off my mustache and was very complimentary on my “younger look”. Actually quite a few people have commented that I look younger. I feel younger. Exercising in the morning is certainly helping that situation.
Yesterday morning someone inadvertently tried to run me off the road as I was walking on the dirt shoulder (about four feet to the left of the pavement). As I jumped out of the way to what I thought was lawn, I quickly realized that it wasn’t lawn, it was a four foot ditch. I went down in the ditch and scraped up my hand, wrist, elbow, leg and knee. You’d think that the driver would notice that the guy that was walking with a strobe light and reflective clothing had suddenly disappeared, but the driver was probably too engrossed in his or her text message.