Now, as justified as it may seem in the moment – even if, for example, it is nineteen cruel degrees out, the wind is blustering, and you're at the tail end of ten minutes spent looking for a purse that should, by all means, be sitting on the kitchen counter because you're 73% sure that's where you left it, only to find that it is most emphatically NOT there, nor is it in your mother's car, which was your last desperate hope of a place where it could be; even if all this happened after the four-month-old kitten you just adopted got loose in the garage, leading to a five-minute game of cat and mouse-like-toy-being-held-aloft-by-you that did, blessedly, end with the kitty safely in the kitchen; even if that happened after your mother announced that she accidentally dropped her address book in the recycling bin, causing you to have to lug the huge heavy thing up and down the driveway in the bitter cold with wet hair; even if all that happens -- hollering, "GOD! FUCKING! DAMMIT!" in your driveway at 8:23 in the morning is generally not advisable, as there exists the possibility that an elderly man out for his morning constitutional walk will amble by just at that moment, and give you a justified and deserved Look of Shock and Disappointment.
In other news: I pulled into the parking lot a half hour late this morning (only fifteen minutes later than I usually do, which gives you an idea of my record w/r/t punctuality), and went to reach for my polka-dot-bag of tutoring goodness only to discover it most emphatically NOT THERE. I left it home. The only response to this I could muster was a half-hearted, quiet, "fuck" because, really. I couldn't be that surprised. It was only a matter of time before this happened.
I must look on the bright side: There is a Winter Weather Advisory for tonight and the lesson may need to be canceled because of that regardless of my preparedness (or lack thereof). I am a brave Northeatern driver, but even I am leery of the long, two-lane, mostly-unlit country road I have to take for ten miles to reach R.'s local library. It's scary when there's no snow or ice already (the deer! THE DEER!), and adding in something more is just too much for fearful ole me.
In fifteen minutes I am meeting a fellow literacy volunteer for lunch. I was hoping to show her some of my notes and stuff, but this will not happen as, again, left all that at home. Also, I have suddenly realized that the restaurant she recommended we meet at, that I agreed to, is not in the location she described (I know the area right around the corner from this building and no, sir, there is no restaurant named Franklin's there), and so I anticipate a fun-filled hour of aimless wandering and/or awkward conversation.
Also, I only have ten dollars in my wallet and no time to go to the magic wall to get more. Oh, the joy!
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