Where the Hell is That Pony?

Just missed the bus. Next one doesn't come for an hour. I ran, but missed it anyway. What to do? Call my friend. Tell her I'll be late to dinner, and look! Here's a Starbuck's! New York Times, free wifi, and a mint refresher. Some kinda funky jazz on the sound system. Could be worse. Could be better, but could be worse.

The new mint refresher is tasty. And I wish hitchhiking was both socially acceptable and not ridiculously dangerous.

Ain't Got Nobody

I have one more DUI education class left, then my Sundays will be free again. I have nine more "group" sessions left before my Monday nights are my own. I have three "face-to-face" meetings with a counselor to go to, and a MADD program. I'll be done with all of this in October. And then I still won't be able to drive for six more months.

I have a good routine now. My bike and my super squishy flip flops get me through. Friends and family are generous in giving me a lift here and there. And yet. And yet.

I found myself home alone last Saturday night and really at loose ends. Kids had gone to their Dad's. In fact, I had earlier in the day met his love interest, and was musing over that. My own romantic interest had other plans. Many of my friends were with their families. Single friends had dates. If I'd been able to drive, I'm sure I would have taken myself out, but as it was I didn't feel like biking anywhere. I could do a bunch of housework, but it seemed like it would add insult to injury. So without a viable alternative, I watched a six-hour House marathon on tv. Made myself a burrito. Ate some ice cream. I wasn't depressed or unhappy, just at loose ends.

I'm not sure what this means, except that I miss my car. I miss driving.