See, I'm still here

Yesterday evening, some poor neighbor hit the gas instead of the brake and ran into the side of the apartment building, breaking both the wall and the gas line. I came home from the grocery store to find the fire department and police and most of the neighborhood checking out the situation. I parked around the corner and walked up, checking in with neighbors along the way. One person said that the kid inside that room had been watching a war movie and thought the sound effects were just spectacular. Everyone seemed in a merry mood except the driver and the maintenance guy.

At the grocery store, I was behind this couple, and they looked back at my cart a few times and offered to let me through ahead of them since they had a lot of stuff. I said it was fine- I had too much for the self-checkout and nowhere to be, so I was good. Plus, our lane had a sign that said "Checker In Training," so no rush indeed. It was his third day and he was so impressed at how many numbers other checkers had memorized. It was nice that we had so much time in line, because I noticed that the woman in front of me had an insulin pump. I could tell because of the tubing, or as my boyfriend Night Bus calls it, the power cord. I saw she had the pump clipped to her back pocket and I was impressed, because when I used the clip, I caught it on everything. I also thought she must be way more graceful than me if she could leave that much slack in the tubing and not catch it on every doorknob in sight. We started talking and as it turns out, she's really connected with the diabetic community, would like some help writing blogs about diabetes, and totally catches her tubing on doorknobs. It was a nice conversation and I'm looking forward to meeting some new people who are dealing with the same things.

Today I am threatening to pull everything out of the combination pantry and hall closet to organize and purge it, but first I need some caffeinated motivation. I brought Gus with me to get some potties and outside time (we've been sitting in the grass) and when we walked towards the carports, Gus stopped at mine and just stared. He looked at the center of the spot, then at the other cars, like "Ok... that one's here... and there's one over there... Where is ours?" Oh god, I love this dog.