I told myself I would find a way to hate you and I’ve only ended up hating myself. Not to worry however, because projecting is one of my greatest talents. I will soon blame you for all of this.
I’m feeling the hole in the dam erode, threatening a burst the could destroy cities. Or relationships.
Or maybe we will all come out of this flood cleansed of our past.
Today was a strange one. But I accomplished some things.
I actually did some walking today to train for my 60-mile breast cancer charity trek from hell. Granted, I should have been doing this months ago, but what does it really matter at this point? I don’t believe in athletic wear, I don’t see the point, so I walked the five miles from home in my red dress(and sneakers). I showed up in the center looking liek I came from a dinner party in a steam room. I’m walking to work tomorrow to continue the momentum, it should be fun. Though it won’t be done in a red dress.
Once I got to Newton Center I ventured into Boston, planning on visiting Flour bakery. I was supposed to call a friend for directions from Copley, but he failed to pick up the phone. So I stumbled around Newbury street, forlorn and longing for a sticky bun. I bought some things, I wandered aimlessly, it was generally pleasant.
Towards the end of the day I found a purse sitting between stacks of t-shirts in one of the stores. It was actually a nice little bag, one of those ridiculously over priced designer brand named coated coach numbers I would never own. I didn’t hand it to the store clerks because I learned from experience they would just have kept the contents.
Funny thing is, this is not the first time some one’s lost wallet or purse has found me. In fact it’s probably the fourth or fifth time. I wandered down Newbury, thinking about every time I’ve returned some one’s wallet cash intact and received no thank you. The last occasion was in providence, and I wasled 40 minutes and up college hill for a girl to wander into a falafel restaurant, grab the wallet and barely say goodbye.
So a moral dilemma hit me. As I went through the bag I found bank receipts listing deposits of thousands of dollars, reciepts all for purchases over $200, a gift card to the Capitol grill, and 30 dollars in cash. I called Nicole for advice on what to do, because the more I looked through Mary Ellen’s bag, the less I liked her or wanted to return it. She lived in Boston but had a New York driver’s license, not very helpful if I was to search for her. I eventually gave the cash to street musicians and artists, and I poured the change at the bottom into a homeless man’s cup. I still have the bag(and the oh so tempting gift card…) but I’ve not decided yet what to do with it. Only tomorrow will tell.