Dear dad,
I screwed up! No, I didn’t smash your car… again. Yet, it was still an accident. I didn’t think to invite you to my rooftop to watch the Air Show rehearsals. Throughout the afternoon, Jenny and I both mused how much you would have loved watching the Blue Angels soar past my building. Next year, I promise to remember!!
L, KT
Man, I hate when I’m thoughtless. It happens more than I’m even willing to admit to myself. As a spinster, I’m so used to taking care of myself, I don’t always consider the other guy or gal.
On Thursday night, Sue James flew in from DC. We had texted earlier in the day. Her flight arrived at 3:30. She was going to pick me up at the office and I was going to help her find parking near my house. When she hadn’t arrived by 5, I texted her that I was going to start walking home. (FitBit obsession) I assumed a few things. #1. she was close and would scoop me up in minutes. #2. she knew Chicago because she visits me and lived here (a couple decades back). #3. my clever walking texts were being met with amusement.
I kept texting my route. Before I knew it, I was a mile and half from my office and half mile from my house. Sue finally texted me back. She was at my office. Her battery almost dead. And she had no clue where she was going. I felt every bit the horrific bitch.
She prevailed through Cubs traffic and my scatty directions. And as penance for being self absorbed, I stood in a parking spot on the street for thirty minutes waiting for her. It wasn’t the sackcloth and ashes from Biblical times. But with the amount of cars honking at me and dirty looks by bikers, I received the negative energy I deserved.
Two days in a row of being insensitive to others?! It’s a new day today. I’m getting out there and being kind to people whether they like it or not. Here I come, Saturday!