It’s nearly 6pm and I’ve had a pretty mellow day. I got up and read the responses to my post as I usually do while eating breakfast. I post at midnight so it’s always fun to know there will be comments waiting for me.
Then I went to my Chair Yoga class which has become a staple of my life. It’s just the right amount of stretching for this out-of-shape body without having to get on and off the floor as in a regular yoga class.
Next I thought about having lunch at a nearby beach with my daughter today on her lunch hour. She just started a new desk job where she literally doesn’t see out a window all day so I thought she’d enjoy that. But I realized I had left my cellphone at home so I couldn’t call her to ask if she’d like to meet me at the beach.
I had about an hour before I had to be home so I thought I could squeeze in a quick trip to the local CVS store (pharmacy/misc. hygiene items) to use my 20% off coupon before heading home to call my daughter about lunch. Nothing is easy to find in the store anymore. There are sections everywhere, but each section has about 500 choices. So I had to comb through 500 different kinds of shampoo to find the right one; 500 different kinds of eye drops all promising different kinds of relief…you get the picture. I finally located the last item and rushed up to the counter with my stuff and my coupon.
The young man efficiently added up all my purchases then told me to put my card with the “chip” into the device. No response. I pulled it out and tried again. Nothing. So I offered to change credit cards and tried a second one. No response. I then resorted to my bank card, also with a chip. Nada.
Now I was beginning to get anxious because I knew I was running out of time to contact my daughter. So I wrote a check. The device that they pass the check through rejected the check. My anxiety was turning into visible frustration. The clock was ticking. This kind of thing never happens on days when I have unlimited time. It only happens when I have a deadline, of course!
Remembering my post about the importance of “balance” in our lives, I began to talk myself down from the anxiety I was feeling. It will all work out, I told myself. Calm down.
All the purchases had to be reprocessed in a different machine. By this time I had given up on lunch at the beach. It just wasn’t going to happen. I got home and called my daughter, leaving a message to call me back. She did 5 minutes later.
“I decided to stay at work an extra hour, so when I return from lunch my afternoon hours will be shorter, she said. “Do you want to have egg sandwiches at the beach?” I asked.
“No, I’d rather come home.”
Problem solved. And now, although I had completely forgotten to write my post earlier, it’s done.
Slice is written; balance is restored!