Daylight Savings Conclusion...Darkness Comes Faster

The explosion of fizzles that erupt in your mouth when you take a large swig of craved, healthy juice causes a plethora of protests to burst through your entire body. If you’re lucky your gag reflex will kick in and force the fermenting juice so hard against the inside of your lips it’ll spray out in the sink you’ve hopefully ran to. However such was not the case with me as I took that craved drink and forced it past my pharynx and down my esophagus. (That is…if that is the actual path it takes to make it to one’s stomach…)

All that escaped from my mouth was a groan that surely came from my stomach in protest. It was like I’d picked a beautiful daisy out of the ground and found it actually had cactus thorns all down the stem. It was like I was walking down on the boardwalk on a sunny day and a lightning strike shot through the air striking me before water poured down upon me. It…was…like…I hadn’t had a drink in years and had taken a drink of what was an illusion to be crystal clear water and found mud in my mouth.

Needless to say the juice ended up being poured down the drain quickly and the carton tossed aside so that it was out of mind. However the bubbles in my stomach still remind me of the horrid, unexpected fizziness ruining my drink.

I found myself once again coming out of Sobey’s in hopes I would catch the bus. I’ve determined 30 minutes is the exact time I need to whiz around the grocery store with my cart skidding around corners while I’m swiping things off the shelves as I zoom by into my cart. This is a slight problem when the bus that drops me off is slightly late, say 5 minutes. I then only have 25 minutes to race through the store getting what I need and forgetting the majority of it. So today this was the case and I came out walking across the wet parking lot and frowning at the slight rain that was ruining the perfectly good (weather-wise) day. The bus wasn’t at the stop and I figured I was safe as I’d left the store right at 4:14, having a minute to get to the bus stop. It’s rare the buses here are on time or ahead…however I’ve been proved wrong a few times now with that theory.

Just as I was attempting to trot across the parking lot just to be safe the bus appeared. Horror struck my heart, adrenaline flowing through my veins as I became desperate. I was still half way to the bus stop and my arms were loaded down with 20 lb shopping bags that wouldn’t allow my legs to move any faster than a slight hoppy jog. No! Stop! Coursed through my brains, my telepathic connection attempting to connect with the driver’s once again. I sighed a sigh of relief when it did stop at the stop but I was still too far away. I couldn’t wave my arms let alone lift the bags up a few inches off the ground.

The doors closed.

The bus accelerated.

My eyes were wide and about to burst into tears.

“No no no no no no no.” I repeated to myself like a mad person.

With a sigh of defeat I let my shoulder’s slump forward and headed instead for the sidewalk a few feet in front of the bus stop in hopes the driver would see me, to the stop itself. BUT ALAS! The bus stopped! The woman opened the door with a smile and my own face lit up, my shoulder’s straightening as I headed down the small hill onto the bus, thanking her profusely.

I must say that my adventures with the bus and groceries is one of the most exciting of my week. This past weekend my house was filled with wonderful people from church playing N64 and Risk; a night of fun and laughter. Daniel and I headed downtown today to enjoy the warm weather and found ourselves walking around after eating and talking about ships and the Occupy protests occurring and many other things. We were interviewed down by the harbour where the Occupy protestors had set up tents and I embarrassed myself on the news/newspaper or whatever that interview was going on as I have no idea what I think about this whole Occupy business let alone know anything about it.

St. John’s is treating us all well and is giving us a week of lovely weather (crosses fingers). Classes are busy as there’s only 4 or so weeks left of school and I find myself flipping pages of books in desperation to determine what my term paper for Russian Literature is going to be. Overall it’s going well though and I do hope all is well back where you are. I must be going to make chicken alfredo in hopes it’ll cure my stomach of the bubbles.
Farewell!