Spiral Day...eek!

Sad day…

You can’t win them all folks.  Today has been one of those days.  One of those days that spirals into a pool of self-fulfilling horribleness.

Incident #1: Inner-monologue: “What a beautiful day.  I am totally going to make it into town in the sunshine today.”  Reality: apocalyptic rainstorm half-way to town, and I was wearing a dress.  Okay maybe it wasn’t apocalyptic, but when you are wearing a dress it seemed like the end of the world.

Incident #2: Inner-monologue: “Phew made it to town.” (Short meeting in between thought patterns.) “O well, since my afternoon lunch date got cancelled, I guess I will just catch up on emails, bills, and world events.”  Reality: My computer is dead, and I forgot my charger.  Noooooo.  And it is still raining, so I cannot even escape this nightmare to fetch said charger.

Incident #3: Inner-monologue: “Well the rain isn’t so bad; I’ll just walk around town (with my umbrella), grab some lunch, and then go do some work at the church.” Reality: Despite eating lunch, upon return to church to do work I dropped my Ipod Touch (which I have owned for over two years disaster free) and shattered the bottom half of the screen.  Are you serious UNIVERSE?

Oh no there are incidences #4 and #5…

Incident #4: Run-in with anonymous individual who begins discussing the activity of walking with me.  Anonymous person: “Oh well you see you’re fine up top.  It is just your hips that are wide.  You know that’s your problem.”  Inner-monologue: “You knew I was having a bad day didn’t you?  Thank you very much for reminding me of “my problem area” and also for explaining there wasn’t much to be done.  I got the memo, but I am going to try to run a marathon now since there is no other hope.”

Incident #5: Inner-monologue: “I am feeling utterly defeated.  I guess I should cycle home while there is sunshine and eat dinner (reduced portion size…see incident #4 for details).”  Reality: As I begin cycling home, and just as the bike lane opens up officially, a car determines that it is not yet ready for the bike lane. Result: I must try to jump up on the sidewalk…Result: I fall short…Result: raw hands, two bloody knees, and a severely wounded ego.  About half way home the shock began to wear off and my knees began to hurt.  Once I got home, I took a restorative shower, and attempted to crawl into bed on my knees.  Well, I can tell you I will not be doing that for a few weeks.

Believe it or not, all of this managed to happen before 5pm.  I am trusting it can’t get much worse.   Wow, my knees really hurt.  And I totally forgot to log in the incident report that a dog chased me as I went home.  I won, but he could be waiting for my return.  And also universe, where is Gerard Butler (I know he is Scottish, but he portrayed an Irishman in P.S. I Love You)?  I mean I have come to Ireland, traveled through the scenic countryside, and have been chased by numerous dogs…yet not once has a young, attractive Irish lad attempted to save me.  P.S. I Love You (the movie version) you instill false hope in intelligent yet hopelessly romantic twenty something year old women. 

Now I hope everyone feels better about their own lives today, and now thinking through my day it actually wasn’t bad at all.  I mean my accident could have been worse, and I did make it home in one piece.  I got to talk to the one and only Karen Robins (she is the bomb.com). I also met some lovely individuals in town who happened to ask me where the Methodist Church was, and I was able to make their day by taking them back and showing them around.  And I found some gifts to send home. 

At the end of the day I have to remember that I am still blessed and God is still good…praying tomorrow is better J