What a month. If having your heart smashed into a thousand pieces wasn't enough, losing a brake line in your car while you're driving it and then getting ringworm from the fitness center should do it.
Needless to say, the semester was off to a rocky start. I haven't been enjoying my classes as much as I'd hoped to, but I've made my best attempt at keeping things in perspective with the internship I'm doing. The whole thing was based around the idea that I'd be able to stay in Poultney with Elliott a couple of days a week, but he made sure to nix that plan the day he got back from Australia. It hasn't been bad though. I've had a lot more time to spend with friends, and I've also had a lot more time to appreciate the strange little things that happen every day.
This week was no exception.
Sunday I went to get breakfast with Meg. On our way back, I went to hit my brakes and noticed they were depressing way further than usual. "Don't panic," I thought to myself. "Meg is going to go into cardiac arrest if she knows you can't stop." Luckily for both of us, this happened to me just recently and so I knew how to get the vehicle home without any major catastrophe. Stellar. I'm going to have to pay for that.
Monday started out like any other day- woke up around 7, made breakfast, listened to VPR while I ate and cleaned up. Brian was coming by to follow me to the mechanic- who wasn't answering the phone. When I showed up, there was a hand-written note on the door that simply said "Skiing till the 15th- no drop offs please." Oh yeah... I'm definitely bringing the car to that guy.
Got home, went to classes, and headed back to change for the gym. When I got to the railroad tracks though, I heard a familiar beeping sound... the same beeping that had been coming from Laurie and Megan's dumpster... the same beeping that ended with Brian and I drinking too much at Crossroad's and jumping into the dumspter (Brian wearing Cole Haan loafers) to retrieve and destroy the fire alarm making all the racket. (And really, who throws away a smoke detector when it goes off? What ever happened to taking the battery out?)
Anyway- I hear this beeping and I know what it is... then I see my neighbor pacing around outside. I can smell smoke, so I tell her to call 911. I go to change, and come back outside to a patrol car, an ambulance, and a fire truck all parked in the small dirt road in front of my house. When I get down there, I overhear one of the firemen saying he needs to go in... and that's when he goes for the ax. Now I don't know about you, but seeing the thorough destruction of something like a door really gets me going. I was like a little kid on Christmas. It was the best day I'd had in a while.
The week couldn't get better... until it did. As I was getting dressed for the gym yesterday I noticed a red patch above my belly button. When I got a better look I knew immediately what it was... the same thing that plagued so many of my friends on the wrestling team in high school... RINGWORM. wtf.
So, on my way to work this morning I had to stop and get some anti-fungal cream. Of course all the name brand stuff is over 10$, so I wanted to get some Wal-brand alternative. The only thing there with the proper active ingredient I sought was jock itch cream. Not only was it jock itch cream, but it said JOCK ITCH CREAM in HUGE yellow letters. When I got to the counter, I assured the Walgreen's employee that I suffered from no such ailment, to which she replied "Okay hun." Good grief.
I promise future posts won't be quite so long- but there was a lot to update this time around.
Listen to "New Soul" by Yael Naim & David Donatien
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