Home. The aftermath.
Funny going into Bread &Cie, a local bakery, this morning. I was relieved when the cashier spoke to me in English.
There's this Asian lady who must live or work across the street from our loft. I think I see her more than any other human being on the planet besides my immediate family. I've never met her. But I see her all the time. She drives a little green convertible Mazda Miata. I am pretty sure she's never seen me.
I was sitting in the parking lot in my car with Roo, waiting for a space to open up so I could go get a pastry and a coffee. I was at one entrance to the small lot. From the opposite entrance in pulls my neighbor in her green Miata. Next a car's back lights go on, then the white reverse lights. Aha. Someone is leaving. The Miata lady notices, slams her car in reverse and claims the space. Not very neighborly. I toot my horn politely, throw her a WTF shoulder shrug. She notices my agitation and offers to back out, but by then another car was leaving and I politely waved her back into the stolen spot.
I parked and waited in the car listening to a fascinating debate on NPR where Condi Rice's convention speech was being discussed. Just then I felt the presence of a being approaching. Nope, not Hermanito, although I did invite him into my dreams again last night. It was my stranger neighbor apologizing for taking the spot. She approached from behind so we never made eye contact. I was going to introduce myself and tell her we are neighbors but she disappeared. Not magically like a spirit. I just lost sight of her. America is strong on defense. We don't need to attack Iran to prove it.
Next I took Roo, my golden retriever and constant companion to the outside seating area of the bakery/ cafe, hooked her up to a chair at an empty table and went inside to order. When I returned a man was sitting at my table with my dog. He took my table. I guess leaving my 80 lb pup at the table meant nothing.
Without saying a word, I unhooked her leash and moved to another table.
I don't usually get pissed at this kind of stuff. There's always another parking space or table.
I have fantasies of getting pissed and reading stupid people the riot act. But I'm not very good on my feet like that. Give me a few minutes and I always come up with the perfect response for the situation. Never in real time though.
Next time I see my neighbor I'm going to introduce myself.
I've spoken to quite a few people today who followed my adventure in Mexico. Lots of good advice, feedback, offers of other options, names of good doctors etc.
My mom spoke to a spiritual healer and he said the lesson for me was to connect with god directly and I didn't need a medium. Great advice and a conclusion I even came to myself. Problem is I don't think I have quite enough faith for that. Not yet anyway. Well see how that goes. I don't want to offend anyone but I'm not entirely sure of the whole god thing anyway.
What I was enjoying about my journey to see Hermanito was that it didn't require my faith. I was free to be skeptical. It would either work or it wouldn't.
I imagine a large portion of people who followed my experience thought it was pretty dumb. I know I would. But given the serendipitous way that the opportunity unfolded, believing or not, I knew I couldn't pass up the chance. Too bad serendipity didn't call a week earlier.