The Bus

I just couldn't get out of bed yesterday. I don't know why--I had a lot of work to do--deadlines looming. I didn't have court until the afternoon, but still a lot of work in the morning. I had come in on the weekend and prepared a detailed list of what I had to do--can't get any easier than that, but still I am the queen of procrastination. [I even bought a bag of potato chips, but I think I forgot about them.]

Anyway, finally I was up and into my day and checking things off my list and I went to court in the afternoon. I was not early as usual, only this time I could not find a parking place to save my life. I ended up parking six blocks away. There are a lot of hills in downtown Los Angeles--ugh.
And of course, I only had ten minutes to make the hike. So off I raced to court and the clerk was late so I was on time and the other side didn't show up so I didn't really have any work to do once I was there and I was done.

I needed to drop something at the other courthouse about eight blocks away. So it was either, hike six blocks, get my car, find another parking place and walk to the court from there or save the gas, walk up hill eight blocks, consoling myself that it would be down hill going back to my car. I walked. Ouch were my feet hurting. So I dropped off and picked up what I needed from the other courthouse and started back. Inexplicably it was up hill back to my car.

I was trying to gage the lights to cross at the best times, choosing which way to cross by which light was the closest to green. I did have to stop and just as the light was turning green for me to walk, a horn honked. There are lots of horns downtown, so I'm not sure why I looked, but I did. There was a bus barrelling right toward me--the bus driver was holding out his hand to tell me to stop and not cross. I was kind of bored with all that walking, so I hadn't yet put my foot in the street, but my momentum was leaning toward the road and I stopped just in time to feel the woosh of the bus speed past me. I waited another moment or two before crossing the street and I thought, wow, I would have bounced off that bus like a feather and here it was so hard to get my heavy old self out of bed this morning.

It's all a matter of perspective. Funny, it was easy to get out of bed this morning--I even went to the gym.