This morning when I left the house, I was upset to see a few bags of garbage out front. When other people leave garbage in front of our apartment, our landlords receive a ticket in the mail (and because our landlord is so sick of these tickets, she has sworn to schedule a hearing, come into the city, and fight each and every one). I'm supposed to call her when there's garbage so she's forewarned and can start fighting the ticket before it even comes.

This morning, though, it was 6am and I was running to the car and I was dreading finding time later to remember to call her. Before I had totally figured out what to do, I noticed that there was also garbage out across the street. Then I realized that we were actually the only people who hadn't put out the trash. Oh yeah, Wednesday nights are garbage nights. Oops. (At least I didn't have to worry about the phone call.)

Then this evening, at about the same spot in front of the house, on the way back from the car as I walked along staring at my feet trying to avoid any doggy doo or other sidewalk presents, I suddenly noticed that I had on two very different colored brown dress socks. I was surprised to notice it at that moment because it was twilight and probably the worst lighting of the day, because my socks had been quite visible all day, and mostly because during a contemplative moment during my solo lunch I had stared at my feet (or rather my left foot, I guess) and pondered the shade of my socks (sock) and how they really matched the paisley print of my shoes more than they matched my pants. I SPENT LUNCH STARING AT MY SOCKS AND I DIDN'T NOTICE THEY WERE TWO DIFFERENT COLORS.


These experiences have led me to two conclusions:

1) The spot in front of my house is some sort of Epiphany Spot where I reach a higher level of understanding than is possible at any other place during the day.

2) I am failing to perform basic functions of adult life, such as moving the trash from the inside to the outside of my home and getting myself dressed in the morning. I am starting to worry.


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