When I loose my car keys, have a car accident, or completely forget where I am going when I'm going somewhere, THEN I am on overload. These are indicators, honey, that you are doing too much. You need to slow down.
Just because school is in its fourth week, and my husband is on a business trip to CT this week, AND I have a big pilates training session starting tomorrow DOES not necessarily mean that I have reached overload.
Generally, when I reach overload, I end up running out of something basic like CASCADE. Or I end up sewing a sleeve into a leg-hole. Or I just give sewing altogether.
For all practical purposes, I feel like I'm doing pretty well. I think it is because my times with the Lord have been very refreshing and real. So, even though there is a disaster lurking at every available corner, it never actually crashes in. Without the Lord, it seems like it wouldn't take much to collapse a weakling like me.
Whether or not I am under stress or just having a happy-go-lucky kind of day, I generally always speed. When I am in the car, driving the car, that is, my foot goes down the floor and it just stays there until the ride is over.
When other people drive, I go nuts watching how slow they go. I generally accept this as a personality quirk rather than what it really is: breaking the law. (bad, bad, I know! I know!!)
So, today there was the usual amount of coffee in my foot. And wasn't even in a hurry this time.
I was just going kind of happy-go-lucky. I had finished teaching pilates, picked up Hudson from his cello lesson and had a truck full of groceries. I ended up going to a "killer" garage sale that made me sing the hallelujah chorus with its bargains du jour.
Want to know what I found? (this is digression from the regular story, OK?)
In short, BIG beautiful "bodacious" tomatoes from this gal's garden: $.25 a piece. These are the most beautiful tomatoes I've ever seen., and mine were not that great this year.
Also, a FREE dresser for Joanna, and FREE hedge snippers, 4 glasses for $.25/ a piece AND
a Milwaukee SAWZALL for $25.00... WooT! (A Sawzall is what you use to take out walls and such..great for remodeling..) I love power tools.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, I was heading home from all of this glorious shopping and such, and there's a police car with the lights flashing, pulling me over. Apparently, I was going 43 mph. Do you know the part of State Street where everyone goes 60 mph? Yeah, well, I'm here to tell you that it is 30 mph! 30, people. And I do not care how much coffee is in your foot. You will go 30.
So, he issues me a ticket. I signed the ticket. He handed me back my license and insurance and gave me a packet. He told me everything I need to know would be in the packet.
So, I wanted to cry the whole way home. I tried to talk him into a "warning"--apparently they don't do that anymore--especially if you are going 13!! miles over the speed limit.
So, I got home and opened the packet. There were instructions about what to do with your ticket and how to pay it and then you would get your license back. The only problem is--there was NO ticket in the packet. AND I had my license! So, now what? Now what?
I called the department of traffic violations (or whatever it is called) and they had no advice for me. They assumed that it would be mailed to me. They suggested that police officer had a "blonde moment"??
The guy looked like the dude from the old show "CHIPS".. Remember that show? He's not blonde. And I didn't realize it wasn't customary for him to return my license or whatever. (It's not like I get traffic violations every day or anything..)
So, how do I pay a ticket that I don't have before a court date that I don't know? Nevertheless, I do not feel the liberty to do "nothing" about it, just in case he's going to say I was blonde and not him. Any thoughts? What would you guys do?
(other than slow down and stop speeding)
And does your coffee go straight to your foot also?