excited to see a new film
(one of my favorite things to do)
i arrived precisely
at the designated time and place
(with time to meet up, buy tickets, grab a ‘movie-buttered’ popcorn, chatter a bit, and find our seats)
only to discover
that i had organized it so that
we were precisely
24 hours late for the show.
p.s. i really do make every effort to be on time for things
but this has also happened
with a holiday party i was really excited to attend
a few years back
is this a pattern? see below –
a day late and a trifle short.
“nothing, of course, begins at the time you think it did.”
imagine my surprise
when i found out
that the party i was going to tonight
at my sweet irish friend’s house
had already happened last night
when i stopped over today
it looked like
a great time was had by everyone
especially those who were there on the right night.
i think this may have been a trifle.
“it gets late early out there.”
looking back at my week and remembering how it started out, with a literal standstill. almost to work, just a few miles away, and traffic ground to a dead halt. all lanes full, no one moving an inch. switched from cd to radio and heard power lines were down across this busy road due to overnight storm, and that the road was closed less than one mile ahead. numerous warnings to avoid this road at any cost. too late. stuck in the middle of it all. any traffic trying to go through would be diverted to do a u-turn and headed back in the opposite direction. nowhere for me to turn off as just offices and businesses on my side, until i could get to the next mile road.
settled in for a bit of a wait, texted my teaching partners, and just watched it unfold around me. the diverted traffic began to back up going in the other direction, emergency vehicles tried to get through, to rescue people somehow getting into accidents going 3 mph. perhaps not letting each other into their lane? watched people in other cars, most on cells, out of cars trying to see what was going on ahead, listening to music, coming up with strategies, calling into work and wherever they needed to be, trying to move to the ‘best lane.’ people walked by, moving faster than the traffic.
saw a helicopter arrive overhead, people jockeyed for position, cars continued to crawl ahead and up and over. finally got close to the next mile road where i could turn, saw a firetruck pulled all the way across the road ahead of me. 1 mile of distance had equaled 1 hour of time. made my move, made my turn, oops – that road was closed for construction. determined. followed a rogue line of cars through a neighborhood, somehow emerged on the other side of it all, back on my original busy road i needed to be on, got back on track to where i was going, looked to my left, saw a full moon.
Americans will put up with anything provided it doesn’t block traffic. – Dan Rather