Buffalo Gal
Judi Griggs

I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Wrong turns

I almost went to Niagara Falls accidentally today -- twice.
At the same time I played the new John Hiatt CD through twice without hearing a thing.
My problem is not forgetting, but remembering all the things that need to be done in the next several days and pacing myself through a mental jigsaw puzzle with too many pieces.
I sat in the end-of-day staff meeting making mental lists that I jotted down as soon as I got home. On the third legal sheet I recognized an obvious shortage of waking hours between now and when I leave for Georgia in six days.
Several errands could be combined on a trip to the Northtowns to return a borrowed item. I dropped the new Hiatt in the car CD player and eased on to the expressway. The needle skipped on my long-playing mental process when I noticed I had missed the my exit and had only one more before I would be on my way to Canada. I looped back and corrected course.
On the trip back I repeated the process in reverse and realized I had not heard a note of the CD at nearly full volume.
In the next six days I have to move everything out of this apartment into either storage at the new apartment or the cottage. This is requires rallying relatives with strong backs and renting trucks. At work, a half dozen projects (which at a rushed pace would take about two weeks) must be completed before I take to the road and no one has declared a moratorium on new work emergencies which have become a daily occurence. The car has to be serviced, landlords meet and paperwork settled at both ends, utilities moved , banking changed, and...and... and
To the end result of getting in a car and driving 1000 miles in 16 hours, spending a day in Georgia and driving back 1000 miles starting very early the next morning - with three cats.
The Canadian border is looking better and better.


Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs


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