Stumblebummery, Mufflemouthery and Seeing Stuff
This hasn’t been one of my better days. The language difficulties I described this morning are continuing. When Gail and I went to the store for lunch, I was even freezier than usual. And I had three episodes of seeing things that weren’t there.
Episode the First: We were still in the trailer park, and through the driver’s window, out of the corner of my left eye, I saw someone walking down his driveway to the street. I turned to look. No one there.
Episode the Second: Moments later while waiting at a stoplight, out of the corner of my right eye I noticed something moving on the windshield. It was small, and I took a closer look to see if it was a spider or an ant. It was a nothing.
Episode the Third: Walking into the store, out of the corner of my left eye, I notice a reflection in the glass and it looks like some guy in a jacket and a baseball cap is trying to squeeze around Gail to get into the store ahead of her. I turn around, he’s not there. Just me and Gail.
Since we’ve been home, there’s been a lot of me talking, stopping, waving my hands as I urge Gail to guess what the fuck it was that I was going to say. She usually gets it right. We would have been GREAT charade partners.
Nope. Not a good day. So far.