Friday:Friends, Frustration, and a Feather

6 Sep

“Every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines in the hidden auditorium of his skull.”
― Rod Serling
Frustration is a big part of life isn’t it? I’ve been trying to reduce stress by slowing down a little. The boxes and unpacking can wait. I’m trying to focus on positive things and spending time with friends.

My Friday started out on a bright note. I received a package from my friend Debbie in Chicago. When I opened it, it brought a smile to my face. “Home Sweet Home.” It’s true. Now, I’m in my new house.

After unpacking a few boxes, it was almost time to leave for Towne Creek, where I volunteer. But, I left a little earlier because I had a low tire pressure light on my car dashboard. I stopped at the dealer, as they said they use nitrogen in the tires. Last time this happened, it just took a few minutes, and it was done. This time, I waited twenty minutes before someone came out and said there was a nail in the tire, and the nail was in a place that wouldn’t allow repair. It needed to be replaced for about $180. What do you say? No, don’t fix it?

The tire wasn’t the only frustration. Not only was I going to be very late for my senior art group, BUT, I had ice cream and brownies to take to Towne Creek in the car, and an hour and a half later, I still didn’t have my car. Yikes! I walked out to the service area to talk to someone. Then, something made me smile for the second time. There, on the concrete floor in the middle of the service area, was a feather. Yep, a feather. Now, where did that come from? I took a breath and decided to be patient. Signs!


It all worked out. I got my car, the ice cream that was in an insulated bag wasn’t too mushy, and my seniors were happy to see me. We had tea, ice cream and brownies, then worked on a little painting.

So, being a frustrated actor, I recite the lines in the hidden auditorium of my skull…and here in my daily blog.


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