Last Stop on the Lost Days of Summer
My poison ivy is starting to fade away, it finally rained last night, and I can officially declare that August has been my busiest month of work yet this year. What gives? I’m thinking that everyone put off a lot of work at the beginning of the year and are finding themselves in the crunch right now. To exacerbate the problem even more, in the last few weeks I have developed a funny habit of getting myself lost going to almost any meeting I am supposed to attend. Whether I walk, bike, or drive, something always goes awry between the time I step out my door (Mary-Tyler Moore style) to the time I land at wherever prearranged destination a client has asked me to meet. It’s gotten so bad that Monday I ended up at Mystic Lake Casino after taking a wrong turn on Highway 169. It’s gotten so bad that I actually got lost trying to walk to a meeting that was a slim five blocks away from my HQ. It’s gotten so bad that I now plan for an extra 10 to 15 minutes of ‘lost time’ before the scheduled time of a meeting. That’s horrible. On any given day I could loose up to an hour becasue of my navigational dyslexia. I will admit that I am at my worst when i drive – a constant reminder that the bike is always the best mode of transportation. When driving, I catch myself in odd Zen-Zombie-Zones. These are trouble. When I awake from these catatonic driving blackouts, I’m half surprised I’m not in South Dakota or Banff Canada. I like to think that I’m actually a good driver in these zombie states, something of a total and complete auto-pilot, but damn if I can remember anything about the time period that just slipped by. So if you see me out there, slap me across the cheek a time or two and then give me accurate directions to wherever I need to go. Please.