Silence Broken

Because the silence is indeed deafening...

 

Five days to go before I hit the road, bouncing from one city to another and then yet another, taking four different forms of transportation in my trek from west to east coast. Despite the imminence of this new and, in part, frightening adventure, days and nights are whirling together into one kaleidoscope of grey-toned fragments, helping to shut out some of the anxiety over fluctuating plans at the conclusion of my jaunt three thousand miles away from home.

 

The avocado-and-cheese sandwich I am nibbling is strangely tasteless, and my fingers are having difficulty finding the right keys to strike, let alone my brain figure out how to spell them. If this is what shopping does to me, there is yet another reason besides sheer dislike to avoid the practice; I wonder that anyone ever called it a therapeutic occupation for females when it does little more than induce stress and exasperation. There is a slight possibility that barely hydrating today (why am I thinking of fish-vampires, now, and drowning?) is contributing to the daze; however, I am not complaining. Better not to think about the future, ne, when it takes such fickle shape?

 

There are some things I will never understand, and one of those is the capacity of men to be absurd. Carol and I stopped for dinner in a Greek restaurant the other day, and after I'd collected my gyro and fries and exited the premises she turned to me, snickering, and asked, "Did you see him eyeing you? He was scoping you out, girlfriend." Staring rather blankly at her, I admitted that the thought had not even crossed my mind; I'd been too busy fighting her over the fact that she had no reason to object to buying me a frugal meal instead of the gourmet plate - both would do equally well for my stomach and one would be ever so much kinder to her wallet. Needless to say, I won; after she attempted to order for me I took the liberty of doing my best puppy-eyes impression for the cook: "Plea~se put in the ground lamb for me." But it /really/ wasn't intended to do anything more than win him over to my side of the argument and get him to alter the order...

 

Yeah. Absurd.

 

Anyway.

 

Writing blog posts when my brain is long asleep and my eyes half followed is not a good idea, but I wasn't about to leave you without something for yet another night, okaa-san. This lacks both substance and cohesiveness, but at least you will have three paragraphs before I set about snoring; tomorrow is a long day of clinic, Saturday is a graduation party for which my wholehearted [half-asleep] help has been recruited, and Tuesday morning I must be up at five AM to set out alone into the world, trying my luck with an empty pocket and a handful of charm to use on strangers.

 

I'll let you know how it goes, or if it goes at all. There is the possibility, see, that I miss my connecting flight and end up stranded in Chicago, a prospect which I do not find particularly encouraging. Though I suppose it would provide material for more than one interesting blog post; of late the ones I manage have been rather dull.