2003-12-17 - 12:59 p.m.

I almost crashed my car this morning as I was intently staring at the sky.

Did anyone see the sunrise this morning? It was a work of art. At the far end of the sky, the blue was turquoise and as it came closer to me, a ridiculous sky blue that I thought was only possible if it were made by movie magicians or Photoshop.

What made the sky tremendous were the coral pink smears of cloud across it. It magnified the blue and lit up the sky.

It could’ve been a painted sky on the dome of a roof of a pretend world ALA “The Truman Show” as it was so outrageous.

Outrageous enough for me to be looking up instead of at the road for a good 5-8 minutes until the sun rose more to where it’s reflection on the clouds faded and the sky brilliance subsided and I was left with plain white clouds and regular light blue background.

But it was magic while it lasted.

I felt like calling people to tell them, “Quick! Look up at the sky!” but then sometimes I think that the sky that I see is probably different from the sky others see based on where they are located and it would have become a mute point.

But it was awesome.

But before that, I ran into a crazy man at Starbucks.

I didn’t think he was a crazy man. He is one of the early morning regulars that I see from time to time, although, whenever I get there, he is already sitting down enjoying his coffee…never in line or on his way in.

He has a nice black truck that he always parks in the same space.

An older guy…maybe 50’s…normal looking.

But today, I found out he was not normal, or maybe he’s going senile.

He greeted me outside with a comment on the cold weather and me, always friendly, agreed with his comment, made a friendly comment of my own and then went inside.

Got my coffee, went to creamer station.

He was there.

He starts telling me all about the 88 acre farm he bought on Vancouver Island in Canada. My friendly self commented on how exciting that was and how beautiful it must be up there, blah blah.

Tearing Equal packets.

Then he starts to ask me how it is that people don’t appreciate you and all the hard work you do and why didn’t those bastards take the offers he had and why did he have to prove himself if he’d already been working and doing a good job for them all this time.

Now I’m puzzled as to how to make a friendly comment so I just

Pour creamer

Stir.

Then he says, I know you have to be going, but we should stay in touch, I’ll have my secretary contact you with my information and we’ll get together.

And now I realize he’s a crackpot and I don’t know quite what to say so I just smile and say, take care and hustle out of there wondering how his secretary will call me without the benefit of my name or any clue as to where I live or who I am.

Umkay.

And I’m getting really pissed that my computer still isn’t ready and it sucks cuz my work computer is just not cutting it.

You ever spend a week with a family member or a friend…or even at a hotel?

Remember how inconvenient and uncomfortable you felt even though you managed and all you wanted was to have your own space again? Sleep in your own bed again? Not worry about forgetting to flush the toilet?

Well, that’s how I feel about not having my home computer available.

I’m making do…sure….but it’s just not the same.

Dang.

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