tooth marks on your soul

some days are just destined to be more of a struggle... aren't they? then again - it's really all on how you look at things. do you look at them with suspicion and narrowed eyes, or do you blink and grin.

when you realize you didn't wash your sweaty yoga clothes the day before it leads you to dig through the drawer to mine less preferable items... which takes a few extra moments which then may lead you to just barely miss the bus whizzing past your face. which then possibly results in your arrival at the subway station 10 minutes later than you normally plan. and that just might take you to the transfer station with only 15 minutes to spare before the friday yoga ritual begins. and what if at that subway transfer there is an unknown problem which leads the ttc to unload 3 trains in front of your face, unburdening their human cargo onto the already squashy platform. one might, just might then decide that yoga is a no-go and head off to the bank machine to put in some gold or take out some gold.

all of this interuption to the regularily scheduled program may lead one to place one's book on the shelf at the royal bank machine. and then you wander off in search of a coffee and a croissant and a seat where you can read your book for a bit.

in case you haven't figured it out, i'm talking about my own day (insert sardonic wink here, "duh, jo"). i make my way to the coffee and croissant, but when i reach for my book - it is not anywhere to be found. i molest my yoga bag looking for the book - but no, it has not somehow rolled itself into the sticky mat.

with resignation and the full expectation that i will need to purchase another copy of the book, i head back to see if it's still there. i was especially bothered as this book is actually really really brilliant. i have been reading a series of good, but not rapturous novels and just kind of fell across this one as i was looking for the 3rd book in a well-written trilogy about fictional shogun japan (brilliance of the moon). this astonishing book i'm loving is called ursula, under. it is a completely unexpected treasure. i am halfway through and already mourning it's completion.

arriving at the bank of machines, they are all empty except for the one round the corner from my sight. there is a man completing this transaction and i look on the shelf hoping to see ursula waiting for me there. she's not. i feel a twinge of regret and begin to hope that the person who found it would love it as much as i... but then my eyes travel upwards to the man's elbow - and some kind soul (perhaps this man) has tucked ursula anywhere but under.

the book has been thoughtfully placed behind a little post - up and out of the way. giddily, i wait for the man to collect his money and leave. he's barely left (but not without first casting a puzzled glance at me, "why is this woman waiting for this machine, when 3 others are open and free?") i collect my book and begin the walk back to the second cup so i can continue my postponed date with a cup of coffee. unfortunatley, the man is also heading in the same direction - and he's now freaked out and looking back at me - like i'm going to roll him for his 20's. tee hee. as he speeds away, i stop and browse in the window of de ritz. mmmmm.... bags........

thank you to the kind soul who didn't take my book, but instead placed it somewhere safe. thank you very much indeed. may good things happen to you today. not everyone is a craphead.... it's nice to be taken out of your own little zone and remember this from time to time.

[music | placebo, "brick shithouse"]