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contours provocations
journal - 2002-0801 - thu 2000 Blissful Ignorance; Shy 19 Cents; Splash! Splash! Splash! Nirvana! I casually mentioned the rain Tuesday. In reality, it more akin to a monsoon. Water pouring down the streets. Flooded houses. Toppled trees. Lightning fires. And the whole time I was sitting here in blissful ignorance.
Yesterday was the end of the month which equates with pay day. On the way to work, I stopped off to get some bucks from the ATM. And after work, I pay another visit to one, so I could buy groceries for me and the cats. I also got the checking statement in the mail yesterday. So when I got home, I brought out the statement, the check book and the two ATM slips. It took about ten minutes to realize something was off - way off. Again, in a glorious moment of sheer fucking brillance, I screwed my checking account up! Near the end of July, I made a deposit at one amount but listed it as $10 more. I have no idea why. I then wrote a check and a few days later made an ATM withdrawal. Of course, when the check cleared, there was not enough money. I was shy $0.19. Which, also of course, meant an overdraft fee of - $28! Oh, me! Oh, my! What is my problem?! I certainly know better. Well, at least, I got everything to balance. So I'm hoping I can be a tad more perceptive this month.
This morning, when I walked out to my car, I noticed how dark it was. Within minutes rain began to splatter against the windshield. By the time I stopped to pick up my customary breakfast of two biscuits and a large coke, it was pouring. I grabbed the umbrella from the back seat, scooted through the drops, and slipped in the door. When I came out, the umbrella refused to open. As I approached the car, I dropped my keys in a puddle. On the way out of the drive, I was almost hit by a driver yakking on a cell phone. Once at work, I thought I'd snatch the umbrella in the trunk. I stumbled out of the car with coke, biscuits and book bag and managed to pop the trunk. But no umbrella. I sloshed through the wet grass and mud, fumbled through the door, bungled up the steps and rambled toward my office. Just as I get there, I drop the coke which explodes across me, the door and the carpet. I gather paper towels and scub, blot and wipe. Eventually everything is cleaned. BUT I don't have my coke. I have to have my morning coke. It is a sacred ritual. If I don't have my morning coke, I'll be a basket case by 8:45. What do I do? I retrace all my step, get in my car, and drive off to buy another one. I head for the nearest convenience store / petrol station. Within minutes I'm back on the street with a hugh coke tightly gripped between my thighs. At work, I have to park almost at the end of the lot. Carefully I exit the car, with a firm grasp on my beverage. As I approach my open door, I cluch the drink to my bosom, step in, and collapse into my chair. Now for my first sip. Slurrrppppp! Ah! Nirvana! PAX!
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