Hello and welcome to Musing Interruptus. Thank you for clicking and thank you for listening. I’m Renée Valentina and this is my podcast. I write this for my students, my friends, and anyone who would like to listen to silly diatribes about life and my imagination, and maybe even chime in. I love when you answer my questions and express what you think about different situations. If you have me in the background or maybe take a walk or drive with me while you listen, it’s all good. If you think someone else would like to listen, please share. Today, some idiomatic phrases that have to do with having a bad day, if you read along, you’ll see them in italics. Try to get their meanings from the context and then look them up online to see if you were right. About this episode, any resemblance with reality is completely intentional, the rest is purely fiction, for dramatic effect, I promise.
My intuition is very good. Witch like even. I knew Thursday night that I would be getting up on the wrong side of the bed on Friday morning. After sleeping four hours, I got up, took a shower, and made breakfast, a really good one. The omelets were perfect and had little pieces of bacon and just the right amount of cheese. I would have breakfast after our morning errand. For a moment, I thought, my intuition was so wrong, perfect, fluffy omelets don’t happen on bad days. I would be chauffeuring and offering moral support to my sister that morning. — She is one of my favorite people in the whole wide world. So, we drove to the old neighborhood, where, strangely, I wasn’t asked for my id, which goes against their security protocol, which I’d never been exempt from. Seems like a tiny stroke of luck. We picked up a friend and off we went, again, leaving the old neighborhood without even a peep from the guards.
On the way to our destination, I was thinking about how well I was driving and how I would not get stressed out with the drivers that seemed to be having awful days. They probably didn’t have perfectly fluffy omelets, with little bacon bits and the just right amount of cheese. It is understandable and I wasn’t going to make their day worse. As we arrived, I found the perfect parking space and waited for my sister and our friend. It took them some time, so I drank my coffee and listened to my favorite songs on Spotify, had myself a think, and looked at the time. Listened to more music and wondered about the nearest bathroom and thought I would be better off waiting till I got home. Against my better judgment, I had a few more sips of coffee. Some time later, they were out, our friend called an uber and made his way to his next appointment and we got in the car. I had had the perfect song for my sister and the moment, it would play automatically as soon as I turned the ignition key. It was set up to make a flawless, magical memory. - tac tac tac tac tac tac, my heart skipped a beat and I saw the lights on the dashboard flicker. —No. Again. Give it gas. Check it’s in park. I turn the key again— tac tac tac tac tac tac tac. — No! I know what that is, it’s the battery. I try again, stupidly, and reminding myself of the saying, it is crazy to repeat something under the same circumstances expecting to get a different result. I call my husband while my sister is telling me to just call an uber and leave her to take care of the problem. Now, I didn’t just have to use the bathroom, I had to get to a doctor’s appointment that would be pushed three months if I missed it. I had to do this. But I also had to make sure the car was taken care of and my sister got to her next appointment (moving to her new house). Continue Reading

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