2 posts tagged “lunch”

i love to hate hating to love full moons. i've been noticing the mystic feeling they bring during the past few cycles. if you recall, last full moon i ouijaed alone and it asked me if i was mom. i guess i should ouija after this post.

so i've been freaking out trying to decide where to go next. today, i got a few signs or something, i don't know. i'm reading into everything too much.

this morning started out awful - car problems. but then a phone call at lunch from an organization that i had applied to for a job months ago, offering an interview for an unpaid internship. in new york city.

all last week i was convinced i was moving to seattle. i've never had nyc on my map. now things are looking up.

after an incredibly pleasant workout and a beautifully gusty walk down the railroad place path, beltin' out patsy cline and harry nilsson, i had a txt conversation with a favorite friend. this led to a phone call forbidding a move to nyc and encouraging following through with our secret plan.

oh. and before my workout, when i was changing in the locker room, nbc nightly news was on. and on nbc nightly news was a glowing example of fear-mongering corporate media: leeching off the tragedy in china, the newslady's voice warned that seattle is in great danger of a great quake.

i took that as a sign.

also the chapter i read tonight in the shadows book was really eye-opening and relatable.

also my mother is an angel for letting me borrow her fly-ass whip to get to work on time today.

eight days left. not that i'm counting.

if anything good happens, i'll report back from the ouija.

i saw something on my lunch-break-stroll that has to mean something. it was too magical to be insignificant.

i was walkin' the mean streets of glens falls, when all of a sudden, my eyes fall upon an abandoned shoe. an abandoned red shoe. an abandoned sparkly red shoe. an abandoned sparkly red slip-on sneaker shoe.

it was from a woman with a bigger foot than mine.

it was purchased at k-mart or wal-mart, some place like that.

alone it sat on the sidewalk of warren street.

there's gotta be a story there, right? a dorothy sneaker, abandoned on a sunny day sidewalk? what happened to its match? what happened to its partner?

finding a lone wizard of oz-esque shoe on a sidewalk at 1 pm on a thursday in downtown glens falls seems like it should be a moving, momentous occasion. but i just felt empty as i walked past it, harry nilsson singing gently in my ear about driving along and seeing all the people who seem to have nothing to say to each other.

maybe it was his spirit in the form of a cheap, tacky, slip-on sneaker.

please enlighten me with any interpretations of this strange sight.