Seriously. I’m out and about, specifically at McDonald’s. I visited my moms grave again today and I had packed a lunch and some drink and I came here to use their restroom and get a cup of ice for my soda.
When I walked to the restroom I noticed this woman sitting by herself listening to music glanced at her and then when I was inside I had a fleeting thought about the lady. As I walked out I looked at her and she had a look on her face like she was caught in the act and she looked at me. I thought, “Cute”. This happened in the matter of seconds but I walked out wondering what that was all about.
But I am visiting in a very nice town. I grew up here but on the cheaper part of town. As I walked across the parking lot it hit me like a ton of bricks. I can do whatever I want. I’m free. And I’m 56. I don’t really have to answer to anybody. I can get in my car and drive where I want and just walk in peace. Nobody cares about bugging me, they just let me alone, teenagers and people my own age don’t care what I do, they have no interest in what I do because I’m not bugging them. Its very liberating.
It’s inspiring me to drive up to San Francisco soon by myself and check it out. I haven’t done that in years. Maybe hit North Beach for lunch, Try to find Ghirardelli Square and park and walk around and see if the street performers are out this time of year. Even a trip across the Golden Gate Bridge would be entertaining.
You think I would have got the concept of good days and bad days by now. Yesterday was the pits and I was worried about my future and living where I’m living. I got pretty down. But today is a whole new ballgame just like always. It’s good day. This is a quiet town. It was drizzling while I was at the cemetery and there was practically no one there. So I honored my mom reminiscing about when there were good times. And I pondered my life in general as well. This is a good day.