On the way home, i was allowed a moment of mental silence. i suddenly noticed that noone was out on the block where i was walking. not a soul. no cars driving by. noone coming out of the tall brownstones lining each side of the street. I admired the quiet flower boxes of yellow and and purple blooms, enjoying that they could still exist in November due to the warm temperatures. I pretended that I was the only person alive here, and that the street had been abandoned by everyone: that I could just break in anywhere and find it deserted and quiet. My reverie had me all distracted, because i was soon turning the corner and heading up toward Key food, mesmerized by the Goya truck out front, and thoughts of how organizing logistics for a grocery store must be a pain in the ass. Then thinking that I could probably do it, actually, since I was in logistics for 4 years. Something to fall back on, if indeed I do every fall. I noticed a bouncy pit puppy and his owner, then suddenly realize that I'd walked past my block. Doh!
Ifrit scooted by me as I entered the apt, so I had to chase him up the stairs. He does this sometimes, knowing full well, that he will scare the shit out of himself. I try to be nice and talk sweet, because if i sound angry, he runs faster. this morning, we got up to the top floor, sweet talk and all. And when I did snatch him from the floor, he started yowling and thrashing about. I changed my grip, thinking that I was hurting him somehow, and this reduced the yowl to a whine. I deposited him inside the door and he ran under the table, throwing back a guilty yet accomplished look.
And now, Im checking email, enjoying some tea, and airing out a wound. I fell down the stairs on Halloween day...in the morning on the way to swim practice. I was checking email on my phone while leaving the building and I missed the last step or two. Thud! Right down on the knees. The left knee has a little bruise, but I chaffed up the right knee: a nostalgic 5-year old type of knee scrape. I removed the bandaid this morning, and rolled up the leg of my sweatpants to let it dry out a little. it's itchy, but im trying not to scratch.