I am a Whirling Dervish

and I'm not quite sure what that is

The title is the first thing that came to my mind when I sat down to finally type in this thing after a loon ass week. If I remember correctly it’s a bunch of dudes in flowing white dresses spinning around like kids trying to make themselves dizzy to music I will never have on a playlist. Right or wrong I wrote it to indicate that I am busy and feel like my brain is spinning more than a bit which probably indicates what a terrible idea that is as far as titles go…

I was on a work trip last week that ended on Friday afternoon. I took a Lyft to my apartment, dumped out the dirty clothes and reloaded the suitcase within 20 minutes then I was on the road to Illinois for a bridal shower. Five and a half hours later I was pulling in to my old house delivering a shipment of candles made by a friend in Minnesota to give as party favors. I do not have full comprehension of these things but I can accomplish tasks when they are laid out for me in a logical manner.

I was shown around the decorations for the party, said hi to the dogs, and took my leave. The next morning I had to squeeze in a visit with my parents as new and now seemingly constant health troubles had popped up. We went over the illness and other events until it was time for my next appointment.

I went to see the younger of the two daughters as life has come at her hard lately. She is dealing with it like a champ, well, almost too good. She and her longtime boyfriend broke up in NOVEMBER and she just didn’t bother to tell most people, me included. They still live together while she saves up to move into an apartment but we need to solve her lack of transportation problem first. I have also promised to make no fun of said same ex until she moves out because in her words “the more things you get me to notice, the harder it will be to live there.” Understood and I will stand down. for now.

Shopped for a car with the middle child for a couple hours on Saturday and then attended the festivities. I was to wait until the meal was over and I got there just as the trivia game about the couple was underway. All of this is new to me because it’s the first one of these since my own that I have been to. Still it was a great party. One side not my son did heroes work as the lone male in a room of close to 40 female shower participants of all ages. The look on his face when our eyes finally met was priceless.

Drove the carless middle child home that evening and by the time I got back I wanted nothing more than to pass out. My brain was racing and it was mostly to do with how much easier it would be to help if I actually lived closer… The universe speaks.

Up early and driving back here to do some laundry and get ready for another week away. On my trip I think I scared some folks as they most likely identified me as special needs and probably wondered how safe it was for me to be on the highway unsupervised. I’ll explain:

It was a fog filled drive and at one point it was so thick that everyone slowed down severely causing us all to lock up our brakes. Unfortunate timing for me as I dumped an entire giant pop in my lap. I was close to my normal pit stop so when I stopped I got out to pump my gas and I began to freeze from the crotch up. I put the hood up on my jacket which makes me look a little simple. When I walked in to warm up and use the bathroom I must have looked like I emptied my entire bladder into my pants before entering and my hood up (in my defense I was trying to get warm) just completed the picture.

I grabbed a replacement drink and a fist full of napkins to help with my wet seat as I was now afraid to use the seat warmer lest I electrify my nether regions and it took me around twenty miles to realize why everyone was being so nice and speaking so slowly. I’ve really got to take better stock of myself before interacting with the general population. I will try to write this week so it isn’t so forced.