Friday, November 04, 2005

A Fitting End to My Day

So, I walked home, hoping that the walk would do me some good, give me some time to clear my head, and reconstitute myself. As y'all know, I've been walking home a lot lately. But I've neglected to keep you up to date on how the bridge-crossing is going, mainly because it embarrasses me that I can't get across it using the sidewalks, as clearly they were designed to be used. My solution has been to just cross over and walk in the lane on the non-busy side of the road, but this requires me crossing the busy lane twice, which is not so safe. Today, I was like, well, fuck it. This is just a psychological issue and one that's now impeding my ability to live my life how I want. Today, I'm going to walk across the god damned bridge on the sidewalk. So, off I go, and it's fine until I get right to the middle and then I see the lights from the interstate swimming beneath me and the noise from the cars flying by on my left and then the interstate is not so much beneath me as to my right and the cars on my left sound like they're spinning around me and I'm like, must keep moving, but I can't because I'm falling over. You may ask yourself, what runs through my head right before I fall to my death onto I-440? Is it, "Damn, I'll never meet Kleinheider?" Or "Shit, I should have insisted Blake teach me to shoot a gun right then?" Or "Does the Butcher know where I put our folks' wills?" Nope, it was "Well, this is a fitting end to my day." Luckily, I did not die or even fall over. I stopped moving and regrouped and stepped down off the sidewalk so that I couldn't see the cars moving on the interstate anymore, and walked off the bridge. On the other side of the bridge, there was a black cat with no tail waiting for me. It came right up to me and meowed and waited for me to pet it. I don't know if that cat was a sign and, if so, a sign of what. But it was strange.


Blogger Sharon Cobb said...

Have you tried Xanax? Just asking.

11/04/2005 06:14:00 PM  
Blogger rugdesigner said...

Good God, woman, that bridge would do me in. Glad you made it home. I think the cat was there to soothe.

11/04/2005 08:55:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The cat was a sign that sometimes....... you just don't need a tail to be happy. You just need someone to pet you.


11/06/2005 12:46:00 AM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

W., I don't know if that's really sweet or if it makes me incredibly lonely. Maybe both.

11/06/2005 02:10:00 PM  

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