Rehab Part – 5
There are some days, even earlier this morning, I had so much to put down on paper, I wish for the ability to plug into my brain and just download it all.
Had a carer, spent what is for me, the morning having breakfast, making some calls. Ok, leaving messages, prompting me to ask “Does anyone answer their phones anymore?” and after getting out hellonwheels.
Committing to go out on a day that could be better spent at home with the air conditioning on. So out on the scooter, cruising for a bruising.
Made a quick stop at the local supermarket, spoke to the homeless guy out front for a spell. (He was having an emotional day) His competition at the other supermarket apparently has a home but begs for coins to support his habits.
Anyway, I think he was just happy I seemed to know of the kind of organisations he would be able to call on my people to deliver my lovely muffins.
Then to Lucy, my local milkbar that puts my Sunday paper aside. (I know old school) and I met her through her sister Megi who was in the back unit from where I used to live. Megi and I have the free food trade agreement.
Scootering down my old street I met one of my regular peeps, Marri and stopped for a chat. Eventually, off again and it’s taken me ninety minutes to arrive at a café to have a coffee and write. I also delivered Mira the café owner some muffins and she wouldn’t let me pay for my coffee.
Just this process of emptying my brain has reminded me of what I was intending to write about.
Might scooter past Bella and Wilbur on the way home. Do some admin, more calls and try NOT to kip. Great day