I’m both a night owl and a creature of habit and don’t do too well either early in the mornings or when my routine is disrupted. God help me when both occur at once.
Over the past couple of years I’ve gone to work a handful of times with my shirts on backwards. I usually wear long sleeve T’s and they don’t look too different wrong-way round — except those with pockets on the front. It was usually during the winter when I wear another shirt over it for warmth, so embarrassing but not publicly so.
One day I wore my shirt inside-out and didn’t discover my faux pas until the end of the day. I wore my shame to meetings and lunch in the cafeteria and all around the campus. My fellow engineers were too polite to point out that I shouldn’t be allowed to dress myself.
A month ago I missed my train stop on the way to work and didn’t catch my mistake for two whole stops. I didn’t fall asleep, nor was I so engrossed in editing pictures that I lost track of time and space, both of which have happened before. I just missed it. In my defense, even though I got off two stops too late, according to the signs and announcements on the train I got off two stops too early. But I know better than to trust them, even as I write this the train says Yellow Line when it actually is a Blue Line. The train was also unusually crowded so it was hard to see outside and notice the scenery, but even so I was rather chagrined at my mistake.
But the coup de grÃ¢ce was yet to come. My wife woke me on a Friday morning to tell me she had to leave for work early and couldn’t give me a ride to the train station, so I’d either have to walk to the train or drive to work. Since I had an early meeting I decided to drive to make sure I got there on time.
At the end of the day I called my wife as I walked to catch the train home. Since she wasn’t in, I tried a couple of times on the ride home, reaching her as the train was nearly at my stop. At which point she wondered why I was on the train since I had driven that morning.
I was too tired to loop back to get the car, but we needed both cars on Sunday, so after spending Saturday at Ridgefield I left early to get the car. I hated to leave, it was raining and I love Ridgefield in the rain, plus the birds were getting active, so I was kicking myself as I turned around to make my early exit.
But then I noticed a couple of bitterns in the tall grass. They are normally solitary creatures so they were probably courting, and probably successfully as I’ve seen them in close proximity a couple of times since then. One of the bitterns blessed me with a pose in the tall wet grass, a final picture before I had to leave to fix my latest bout of incompetence.
My latest but not my last.