Wednesday, October 16, 2013

An interesting experience

A couple weeks ago, I was walking my dog at about ten at night.

When walking the dog, both my mind and feet tend to wander. I meander about until I realize I've been gone awhile, and then head home. La la la. No big.

My neighborhood is perfectly safe, albeit a little odd. Mostly retail and crazy during the day, but totally quiet at night. There are long stretches of limited streetlights and no foot traffic. Deserted, desolate, and words like that.

On this night, I suddenly felt something. Not a feeling. For real. I actually *felt* something against my back directly behind me. I jumped. It was a tall, bulky man wearing a hoodie.

I knew immediately that something was wrong. But what I said was, "Oh! You startled me!"

He mumbled something that I heard as "I'm sorry." I am certain that is not what he said.

Then I laughed and said, "You have a very light tread!"

I KNOW. I totally know.

I bent over to clean up after my dog, fluttering my hands about to make clear that I had no pockets, and only a handful of plastic bags on me, And then I nattered on.

"I don't usually run into folks when I'm just out walking the dog."

"Oh Jem, your leash is all tangled!"

"Blah blah blah."

The man stuck right there with me. In my space, as they say.

Then he suddenly asked, "What kind of dog is that?"

I answered, "Greyhound." And went on to, "She's a handful. I have two more at home with my husband. Our grown sons are home and they like to hang out with them." (Umm, I have no sons, nor any other dogs.)

We stood there for a minute. And then I said, "Well, have a good night." And I strode decisively to my house. And that was that.

I like to think that I am so fucking bad-ass that I handled the shit out of that almost-mugging. But the fact is, telling my would-be robber that he startled me and had a light tread was really me being gracious. Or maybe my dog Jem is a magical protector.

I don't know. It kind of boggles my mind too.

That's all.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

I've been in a bad mood for six months

That's why I haven't blogged. Bad mood, what can I say. Not a life-changing, earth-shattering bad mood. A bunch of pebbles, but no big rocks. Just your every day type of bad mood. Pedestrian and personal. Too private to share, too boring to bother.

Still, it's a thing. It keeps me from blogging, but that's the least of it. It keeps me from being my most productive. It keeps me from exercising. It keeps me from being outgoing. It keeps me from seeing friends. It keeps me from eating right. It keeps me from being sunny.

And then all that...keeps me in a bad mood. Oh, plenty of pockets of good moods, but overall...generally bad mood. Ever happen to you? Stupid little cycle of stupid. Bah.

I mostly blame my left foot.

Sometime in December, I broke an unimportant foot bone. I don't actually know when or how, but when I finally saw the doc in late January that's what the xray said. No wonder my foot and ankle hurt.

Then in May I tripped down some stairs and wacked up my calf and foot again. Arrgh. So inconvenient, these months of limpi-ness.

It kind of makes me realize how my life (everyone's life?) is balanced precariously on the pin. One minor injury and I teeter. Geezus.

Other than my constant whining that I have a general malaise, I'll bet most wouldn't notice. I mean, my blue is everyone else's sunny. But I know it. Boy do I know it.

I'm working hard on bucking up though. And pockets of sunshine abound! Like:

I had a ladies' getaway in New York in April with my pal Allison, and we drank and strolled and drank and gallivanted our way from dawn til dusk. Swell times!

I went on many excellent and fun date nights with Sir Cardigan in Alameda, the Mission, Oakland (uptown) and more.

I made a dollhouse of the inn. Ridiculous and semi-pointless, but dang it's cute.

I made it to New Orleans to surprise my dear dear friend on her birthday. Weeping ensued. The good kind.

I have read a crazy number of really beautiful, devastating, thoughtfulsatisfying books. A little thing, yes, but certainly life-enriching and positively distracting.

I achieved Great Fame.

See? I get enough good that I ought shut the hell up. I do. And I'm doing my dang-est to shake off the grouchies. Soon, I hope.

x's and o's, yo!