Yesterday was not such a nice day. I will not go into details. Let’s just say it’s a struggle to live up here. It’s expensive, it takes forever to travel from place to place, the convenience of automobiles and urban sprawl (as much as I used to complain about those things in the past) is not an option up here, at least for us. I was hoping I’d wake up feeling better about things, but not so. Sometimes you just want to wallow in your own misery, even though you realize how foolish it is to complain about little inconveniences when there are people with real problems. This morning on the train I set my iPod to shuffle and skipped over all the happy songs. I really just wanted to listen to the Smiths and feel sorry for myself. No one can make you feel worse than Morrissey. But it seemed like I was skipping over three-quarters of my playlists just to find Heaven knows I’m Miserable Now or Every Day is Like Sunday. Once I made it to the PATH train, I had no free hands to scroll through menus on my iPod. (On the PATH you have to hold on for dear life.) I simply had no choice but to listen to whatever came up. I decided this would be a good way to begin my day, let the playlist set the tone for the morning and maybe shake me from my mood. Wouldn’t you know it, songs from my guilty pleasure playlist (not even T knows all the embarrassing songs contained here) were the only ones on deck. I rode the PATH and listened to ABBA and Hall and Oates. And all day long I've had Mamma Mia in my head, which makes it kind of hard to be pitiful.
Yesterday, in the midst of my crap-storm of a day, I received a Special Delivery from Kitty Craftitude. Oh, how I miss this woman! She must’ve known I’d been craving Blueberry herbal tea, hot chocolate, cookies and candy. She sent the best goodie box, full of Halloween funness! Seamus got a coloring book and a Peanuts Great Pumpkin book out of it, which he loves. But mostly it was full of fun girly stuff just for me.
Thanks Miss Kitty!