I am in a mood, and I don’t really know what it is. I am tense, a bit frantic feeling. A lot is going to happen this week. I will be turning 50, and we will be marking the first anniversary of my mother’s passing. Which one has me more on edge?
I was thinking about writing about all of the fools who are talking about “Going Galt” now that the “President of the Moochers” has been re-elected. “Packing up our jobs and going home.” Someone is actually going to close their business and put 400 people out of work because of what might happen now that President Obama has retained his office. A web page I came across had illiterate people talking about cutting down their spending and not supporting their local economy. A few were talking about quitting their jobs or making themselves disabled on purpose so that they could suck down resources and make the country go belly up that much faster. What solid citizens these people are.
I don’t feel like doing the research needed to make that argument tonight, though. I went to a visitation for a friend’s father tonight. Flashbacks were part of the experience as this was my first visit to a funeral home in a year. Driving into town was rough- my cell phone charger has a huge light on it that was glaring into my right eye and distracting me. Then the funeral home was in a part of town that I don’t frequent so I got a bit turned around. I got there, though, and found my friend. His granddaughter came up while we were talking, and he introduced her to me but not me to her. I told her my name and a female assessing look of recognition crossed her face. Ladies, you know the look I mean. I met her look squarely, but I have no idea what she meant by it. I left shortly after because it was getting late.
Driving home, all I wanted to do was to keep driving. I grew up with Mom & Dad driving our trips at night because my sisters and I slept through the trip that way. As well, some of my best trips have been after dark. Back in the days when truckers were nice, and would flash their lights at you as you drove on the roads with them. Now, they try to run you off the road. That trip through Tennessee in 1999 really pissed me off.
The dark highway and the headlights were seductive. As you can tell, I didn’t give in. I would have had to end up here, anyway, and I have to work in the morning. I’m already tired from last night so a night cruising dark roads only to end up here when I wanted to be there wouldn’t have been conducive to rest. I haven’t wanted to hit the road like this for a long time. Is it a good sign, or bad? I guess time will tell.