weeping elms and crunching bags

 

Why I am so happy:

1.  It’s sunny.  There’s nothing like sunshine to create happiness.

2.  My sales tax is paid.  I was late – I didn’t even know it.  I thought today was yesterday.  

3.  I looked at pictures of Chateau’s in the south of France all morning in my French class.  

4.  I almost took a last minute road trip to Leavenworth.  The feelings of excited spontaneity were pulsing through my system until the numbness of responsibility kicked in and I decided to stay home.  The “oh my gosh let’s just go” moment was enough to last me the rest of the day.

5.  Did I mention it’s sunny?

6. Yesterday (this is a long story):

I hate being “that girl”.  You know the one – she is obnoxious in a group setting.  Yesterday, I was “that girl”.  I arrived to class late on a day with a guest speaker, so I’m pretty sure his opinion of me started out low.  I came in with a computer and a Best Buy bag – real classy purse, huh.  Anyways, I  sit down and turn on my laptop and realize that it wasn’t muted any more, so I serenaded the entire group with the apple start up “Tah Dah!”.  About three minutes in, my phone makes it’s very subtle beep that means I got an email.  (thank heaven it was a subtle sound).  I bend over to silence it, and I realize that it is inside the Best Buy bag.  Yeah, the crinkly blue plastic one that is sure to be really loud.  I touch the top and it crackles at the slightest movement.  

Crap.  

Maybe I should wait and hope no one calls me.  I sit back up.  I get another email.  Crap.  I have to get the phone out of the bag.  I bend back down and stick my hand in as stealthily as possible.  No phone.   Crap.  It’s on the bottom of the bag buried beneath the box I picked up for David and my keys.  I’ll just hope for the best.  I sit back up.  I get another email.  Crap.  I bend down, stick my hand in the bag as fast as possible, to get the horrid noise over with before everyone hates me.  It takes me twice as long as it should because I’m nervous and can feel the darts shooting from my professors eyes.  It was as if someone turned a spotlight on me as I was peeing behind a bush.  I don’t need that kind of attention when doing stupid stuff.   I retrieve the phone and keys in one fell swoop.  Okay, so it was more like one rummaging mess, but whatever.  I try to look very engaged and interested and silent for the next hour.  

Then we get to the break.  I leave to give the Best Buy bag to David.  We had a meeting spot picked out – “in front of Weter”.  Seeing as Weter is a building with four sides and entrances on three of them, “the front” is fairly ambiguous.  I basically chased him around the building three times, all the while dying of thirst.  I finally catch him, toss him the bag and grab an iced tea on my way back to class.  I’m the last one in, holding a drink.  Well doesn’t that just scream “I don’t care about your stupid lecture.  All I want to do is go sip iced tea on the lawn with my friends”  While that is likely true, I am way to nice to actually say it or behave in ways that give away my inner beastie.  Again, I sit down and act as silent and interested as possible.  This makes the list for why I’m happy because it was yesterday, therefore today it is over and I will never have to see that guest speaker again.  

7.  My weeping elm is starting to bloom for spring.