Yesterday was a day of mishaps. On days when I go to Welzheim (like yesterday) I take the train to Rudersberg and take the bus from there to Welzheim. Instead of getting off at the central station, I went one station further because the bus driver told me last week that for the next 6 weeks the bus will not be stopping at the central train station but in Rudersberg Nord instead. So that's what I did.
I got off the train and walked to the bus stop. Then I noticed a paper hanging there. Not only had they changed the route but the schedule had changed as well. I had to wait 45 minutes in the cold for the next bus to come. It was not fun. I tried to call my friend to let her know I would be late but a message on my cell phone told me my card needed to be loaded (no money left). Wonderful. Then the bus driver forgot to stop at my stop, so I rang the bell again and she stopped right in the middle of the road.
My friends and I were meeting at a different place than usual, at one of the women's houses. I had been there once before but it is sort of hidden. I walked around aimlessly until I found a street corner that looked familiar. I turned right at the corner and followed the hidden drive to the house. I had found it but was 10 minutes late. We had a nice time together and then I headed home.
That evening we made homemade beef vegetable soup. We always make it in our pressure cooker. It's very old (from my husband's grandmother) but still works well. Except something went wrong and for the first time since having it (over 10 years) it had a mini explosion. Not huge, but some of the carrots and celery and leeks and beef flew up about 6 inches and landed on the counter.
Yep, it was just "one of those days" and I was feeling a little ragged. So I decided to do some online reading before bed and came across a blog post by Sheryl Oder. I know her from participating in the April PAD challenge (write a poem each day from the prompt given by Robert at Poetic Asides). I don't know Sheryl well and have never visited her blog before (I believe she just started blogging not too long ago). Anyway, it must have been poetic fate, because this was exactly what I needed to read. The post with her poem "This April is a Ragged Poem" had me smiling in no time.Maybe you will enjoy it as well.
To go to her blog (Sheryl's Sporadic Word Tag) and read it, CLICK HERE.
If you liked Sheryl's poem, I hope you left a comment telling her so. And in my comments section? Well, what I'd like to know is...
what is the last bad thing that happened to you?
Does it still bother you or can you laugh about it now?
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