ON THE TRAIN TO NOWHERE

I think I’m back on the train to nowhere again, at least for a little while. It’s nice to be at a standstill and get off the merry-go-round. It’s good to stop the spinning out of control, sit in my comforty chair, put my feet up and let my socks drop wherever they may. Who cares? It’s just be me, dropping one little care at a time.

I took most of the day off, can you believe it? Oh, I had to do a thing or two, like getting my car serviced. It’s been a year and 5 months since the last oil change. It was a must. As usual I got into a knot over it, doing the dreading it even in my sleep. But that’s me again. In my heart I knew it was a lot worse in my head than in reality. And it was. And I knew I would have a little trouble getting to the car dealership. That’s me also. So I didn’t sweat it too much when I got a bit off course and had to circle around. That’s what I do. It’s no catastrophe.

I had a pleasant hour plus wait for my car. It was a little disconcerting at first. People coming, going and talking. There was about 4 or 5 of us in the waiting room. We were all on our phones, with different body parts tapping, twitching, moving in various ways. I tried to read my murder mystery I bought along for the wait. It was difficult at first with so much visual and auditory stimuli around. It was the perfect setting to work on my concentration and focus.

I was not too hopeful for success but I surprised myself. I put my phone away,  opened my book and read and read – for an hour. Then Carl, my service advisor came and said my car was ready. Everything passed inspection. Just an oil change. Nothing else. Just $63.00 thank you very much. I was pleased as punch and skipped home in my just oiled and washed car.

I like this experience of sitting, resting, waiting, reading. So I fretted some. I got lost some. No big deal. I like dropping my socks wherever. I’m like that. So ends another day, day 21 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. Ten days left but who’s counting.

About hafong

Hello! My name is (Leung) Hafong alias Lily Leung. You always say the last name first….that is the Chinese way. That is my partner lurking behind me. Since this is my blog, I won’t mention his name. But this is a rather cool picture. You see me and yet you don’t…sort of the way I feel about myself most of my life. So this blog is a self-exploration, an archeology dig of some sort. My tools…..words of a thousand or so at a sitting. I will try for that.
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4 Responses to ON THE TRAIN TO NOWHERE

  1. Doug Jarvie says:

    With all of the time you spend on the trains, it is no wonder that you only have to change the oil in your car once a year. I hope you have a one year pass for the trains. 🙂

  2. We do need sometimes this kind of moments 😉 I do it rarely, but when I do it, it feels sooo good 😉

  3. Elisa says:

    Love it! I needed my tires rotated recently, which took FOREVER. But, I sat in one of those little cubicles with my laptop and got a lot of writing done. The people also waiting were great characters; I could have stayed all day.

  4. Chef William says:

    I am starting to look at life as a train ride with a lot of stops along the way. I haven’t put it all together but every time I read one of your articles, I seem to get a lot out of it. I always take a notebook with me when I go for service. I get a lot done while drinking cheap coffee. Maybe I should bring my tablet next time and read one of the many books I have on Kindle.

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