Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Return To Normalcy
Some days you just have to take baby steps... or just concentrate on breathing.
Much like addicts and their 12-Step programs, dealing with the recent voodoo juju that has been haunting my family lately, all we can do is take it one day at a time.
My life is in a constant state of unpredictability: every day something changes on the fly and I have to switch gears.
Case in point was yesterday.
One of my many jobs is to deliver promotional collateral around town to museums and hotels.
But when I got to the office to pick up the goods my contact was not there yet this was the only day I could find the time to pick up the stuff and start the delivery process.
I was lucky to have my oldest son to help but he secretly (or not so secretly) just wanted to get paid for it.
So I returned home, dropped off my son and opted to go to Social Security to get a new card issued since that dickhead thug stole my car with my wallet inside. Only when I got there, shortly before 10 in the morning, there already was a two-hour wait. I don't know why I wasn't smart enough to envision the SSA office being like the DMV but I guess I just wasn't.
Then I got the call saying that the contact had come in and I could go pick up the boxes.
So I swung back by home, got my son, picked up the boxes and made most of the deliveries.
One of the new drops I have to make is at the Carolina basketball museum.
I figured I'd take both my kids with me to this one.
Both were completely enamored with the scene and the rich history of UNC b-ball on display. You'd been hard pressed not to get goose bumps walking through the place (unless, of course, you are a Duke, Wake or State fan). I've long been a fan of archivalism and this place was rife with it - from championships rings and coaches' suits to Sean Mays' shoes and Guthridge's "excuse jar" - there didn't seem like there was much that wasn't included.
The trip there was a nice return to normalcy but the cloud of needing a new car and finding the money to buy one still hangs over us...