How long ‘til my soul gets it right…

The last Concert on the Square, a tough day, two wonderful young women who keep me going… (one of them pictured here, helping me along).

Nothing beats an endless drive where you are not the driver but your daughters take charge, with their lovely voices adding to the old tapes from years gone by.

Does anyone else recognize this: how long ‘til my soul gets it right? How long indeed…

sometimes help comes from those who are younger than you 

This day belongs with the trash bags that went out on garbage day

Might it improve still? Please? Memorable moments from the a.m.:

* Getting up in the morning without much sleep under the belt. It was one of those nights where no one in the household slept. Maybe we had poisonous gasses leaking somewhere and our minds clicked into the self-preservation mode, I don’t know. Mainly, though, no one slept, me included;

* Finding that the first thing on my calendar was an early dental check up during which the hygienist kept telling me that she hated her job (it was only her first month of work, btw) and wished she lived in England;

* Learning from the dentist that some of the cheap dental work that I had done way way back in the years of poverty (grad school) was done incorrectly and there are many who would be oh so willing to fix things and start afresh; yes, that’s indeed what I want – a Fall affair with the dental office;

* Discovering that I had created morning email messes galore, some fixable, some – jury’s still out; understanding that in the future, attempting to write at 4:30 am when one can’t sleep, hasn’t slept, will not sleep is perhaps not a clever idea;

* Getting a call from the “Rejects” Office of the IRS (the name tells you something right off the bat) telling me that I owed hundreds of dollars because I had failed to properly compute some figures on one of their complicated stupid tables inside. Had I done so, I would have correctly concluded that a line on the 1040 should have had something other than a “0” on it;

* Being late for a meeting simply because I was late for a meeting; I have no other good reason to offer.

And so on.

But, as always, the mood is like a bouncing little ping pong ball and so I’m submitting this as counter evidence to the general atrociousness of the day:

* It’s sunny outside, isn’t it? I mean, let’s not be picky here, I need to fill that cup at least to the half-way point;

* My old law school friend whom I last saw in Arizona in February (she now lives in Texas) is here for a few days and the first thing SHE got out of me was a long long whiney walk and talk, where I enumerated all my disgruntlements, one by one. After all, what are friends for. She was a saint, she did not once say “it’s all your fault so quit complaining and get it together.” Instead she said things like “you’re fine, you’re fine, it’s okay, it’s okay..” Wonderful woman, I love her!

* Three of us will be going to the Concert on the Square – it’s the last one of the season and I can sob and bawl to my heart’s content, just like during all previous ones. That’s what one does at these nostalgic-melancholy events, isn’t it?

* There isn’t really a fourth point, but I’m sure one will emerge. It’s only 5 pm after all, the day’s young.