I was driving on the L.I.E. today towards Manhasset and of course traffic was slow as if there were imaginary red lights all over the highway. Between the stop and go of cars, I had a pretty decent view of these construction workers that they must have hired from an Abercrombie male model catalouge. So the slow ride wasn't so bad, or maybe that was the reason for the traffic?
While I wasn't oogling at the view, my mind wandered to all sorts of things. It doesn't wander too much during my 12 hour shifts. At work the focus is fully on all the medications I'm seeking out and all the doctors page numbers I'm trying to track. Sometimes I feel like a human pill dispenser, other times I think of being a K-mart shopping attendent making announcements over the intercome...replacing "blue light special on isle 6" with "Neurology on line 112". Then I get to draw blood from a PICC or Mediport and I feel all sciency again. My shift also reminds me of a 12 hour long nonstop aerobics course where the stretches and steps take me throughout the unit juggling syringes, stretchers and other assortments of things. Wait, why am I thinking about work on my day off?
I am not watching this tv program on Matisse. They refer to him as an artist that draws with scissors. I feel like my life has been a collage of things that I have cut out and pasted together. With fond memories of Scrantonia, and Europe, and all these people I hold near and dear, some so far and I only get to hear from them via e-mails or phone occassionally. they are have such a big impact in my life and I'm gluing these pieces with extra hold so that they stick around for a while as I build on to this collage that is my-so-called-life.
I think I may have lost a few pieces this past weekend. I am so not saying names or giving any particular detail but I think one of my actions (fun, not wreckless) on saturday might have knocked out a few would-be friends as if they were bowling pins and my sporadic nature as that big object with the three holes in it that knocks them out. though i think if they were "friends" they wouldve dodged the ball. not that bowling pins move, i guess they were all to stuck together in that one place. PINHEADS! if this were scranton, the term b.o.h. would be implied. but this isnt college now. new turf, new game...and things still get confused. but if it were really bowling, then i suppose those pinheads get pulled back up by that automatic holder. so they all line up waiting to be knocked out again. maybe we're all pinheads when it comes to being social. I'll bring this issue up again later, in the meantime, the art work, methaphorically speaking, is far from finished and i need to cut and paste more. for all of you who made it here thus far and we're still together, i appreciate you being in my life and making to so darn colorful!
