I’m not dead, I’m just recovering from the WFUV member drive and dealing with some issues. I put off writing this until 6 PM instead of the morning. I’ve walked during this drive as I have in any eight day stretch. As I walk to and from the station that’s over three miles round trip every day. Then I was at the hospital where I get my therapy and see my psychiatrist 3 times and that’s another four miles. The least I walked any day was 3.19 miles, the most was 10.62. This is all according to my fitness app. Today the furthest I walked was from my bedroom to the living room. I intend on keeping it that way.
Thursday was fun. It was a rare day when I didn’t check the weather before I left the house. When I got off the training Harrison, where my psychiatrist is, the weather was threatening. Before I left the station the rain came, so I walked half an hour in the rain with no protection other than a baseball cap. The rain let up as I reached the hospital. It did not rain during my session. It waited for me to go out the door but while I was still on the hospital grounds to start again. So there was another half hour walk in the rain. Then it drizzled as I walked from the train station back to the WFUV studio where I had left some things. By then it had cooled down and I was cold. I stopped at the kitchenette for dinner. What was it? I know it was yummy. Right chicken wings and breasts and French fries. While I was eating the Rita, the program director came in and saw I was wet. She asked how I was and I added, cold. Mensch that she is she said, “We can’t have you walking around in a wet shirt. She went to her office and brought me a sweatshirt! I felt so much better with the wet t-shirt off and the warm sweatshirt on. Now I have a one-of-a-kind WFUV sweatshirt. This was a sample they were considering making the official model, it lost. It’s not as good as a sweatshirt to wear over your clothes, it’s not a hoodie, but it’s fantastic to wear as just a shirt.
My superpower is puppy-dog eyes. People treat me so kindly, I’m continually amazed. How did this happen to the guy that had no friends in high school? I never set out to make friends and influence people, though I did read the book, but that was well after I developed the superpower. As far as I can tell I’ve always treated others the same, but the way they treat me as changed vastly. Part of it is probably being surrounded by adults not hormonal adolescents. Part of it is probably changes that I’ve made unconsciously. Perhaps I’ve become better at empathizing with people and it runs both ways. Perhaps I discovered a ring of power. I was just remembering how often I used to have dreams about having a magic ring. That’s what comes of reading Lord of the Rings over 50 times. In my dreams I usually couldn’t find the ring. The ring was never a beautiful gold dream like in the book; it was always a cheap ring like you’d find in a box of crackerjacks.
Whatever created the change I literally owe my life to it. I’ve had such a rough stretch of years and the only reason I survived was the kindness of friends. My therapist said I have a guardian angel. She did not mean that literally. She knows I’m an atheist. I try to show my appreciation when others are kind but I’m always afraid it’s not enough. .
Maybe I feel good enough now to set up my new computer. How did someone with no money get a new computer? The kindness of a friend. It’s really not fair.
I just did a spell and grammar check on this piece; it found no errors. Maybe this is all a reward for my improved typing skills.
Wise Madness 