Time Traveler//

I alluded to this in my previous post but I did not elaborate and now I feel the need to. This darn CA weather is driving me nuts (where else can you wake up to rain, have lunch under sunny skies, and drive home in tornado-like winds?) and I am more than ready for some semblance of spring to hit the southland. However, SPRING denotes forward movement, not only of the earth, but of ourselves. We are moving, everyday closer the the end of 2011 and I still feel like it's January. SPRING means a new season, a time of change and I am not ready for that. Thought I was but then decided I wasn't.

It seems that every time I make plans to move forward in some aspect, my thoughts are imminently followed by a backwards motion that leaves me right back where I started before I even get off the starting line. So I've tentatively decided to stop making plans. Yes, I'll continue with some plans...I can't just SELL THE HOUSE SELL THE CAR SELL THE KIDS AND FORGET IT (although, sometimes I wish we could become hippies and run away, but with the kid of course). I've just decided that so much emphasis is placed on the concept of FUTURE. What about PAST? Not that our collective past is so awesome, but why can't we go back and re-live good things? Why can't we bring the past into our present? 

Something Stupid

 March started off in the most horrible way possible. I went with the hubs to his doctor's appointment, --where (good news) we found out 1) you are not infertile unless you've been trying for a year; and 2) all the various worries he had about his health were unnecessary--he is a healthy, robust, 28 year old. So YAY! for that. But the horrible part happened after. We decided, since I didn't need to be at work right away, to treat ourselves to bagels and donuts (still not the bad part, this was also a very good part). The horrible part came when I left my wallet on the counter and took off for L.A. without noticing. As soon as I did, I called the wonderful, but slightly judgmental, bagel lady whose first reaction was "did you check your purse?" (duh!). No luck on the wallet. It was no longer on the counter. This is when my world began to slowly crumble. My license gone. check card, gone. credit cards, gone. fist promise ring given to me by the hubs, gone. social security card, gone (this one kills me because I should know better than to keep that in  my wallet!). 

I called in to work and spend the day literally getting my life back. Bank. DMV. Social Security Office. All. Day. I know for the most part, things are just things, but the horrible feeling comes from the terrible earthshake that accompanies a loss like this and the realization that my life is shuffled around from place to place in a wallet. A wallet that once gone leaves a very long-lasting sting.