random observations on the drive home

It's been one of those weeks where I've thought about a lot of things, but have had no desire to formulate them in to a post. I was fairly brain-drained from work today, as a lot of unexpected things came up... one of which was fairly upsetting to me. I'm understanding more and more that life as a therapist can be very rewarding but can be very draining. On the drive home I just zoned out (in the safest way possible of course), and just did some people watching via the car. This is what I saw:

First to catch my eye: A car that had "re-married" written on the rear windshield. I found it very odd, and concluded that it must be a joke. The two people in the car looked rather young, and because I like to be right, I am going to assume they were "just married" and someone thought it would be quite amusing to put "re" instead of "just." I guess I missed the funny memo.

Second to get a stare: An old woman who was barely able to see over the steering wheel. This one easily caught me because she had a tendency to drift in to my lane, and almost smacked in to a pedestrian. I'm sure she is a lovely woman, and a faint smile crept across my lips when I saw the slight pink tinge of her hair. But I also felt like an ageist when I thought "they really shouldn't let old people drive." I'm sure she mutters "they really shouldn't let young kids drive" as I scooted in front of her.

Third to get a second thought: The greasy, Little Caesar's joint on the turn to go home. I almost thought about turning around to get a five buck pizza but knew that I'd bite in to it and regret it. It was an impulse thought due to my exhaustion. I am feeling rather hungry now, but I think some cereal will do the trick.

And my last coherent thought: Seeing the huge piles of snow and laughing to myself about getting stuck in the driveway yesterday. I'm house sitting for friends, and when I opened the garage I could not believe how much snow there was on the ground. Mistaking my Canadian car to be tough enough to take it, I managed to get stuck. A kind neighbour helped dig me out so I could get off to work. As I got closer in to the city, I noticed the huge difference in the amount of snow on the ground. There was at least a 5 inch difference in a matter of miles. My boss must have thought i was totally crazy when I called to say I might not get to work as I couldn't get off the driveway. I was almost excited at that thought of staying in and drinking Ovaltine, until I remembered that snow days for work just means more catching up. I loved snow days as a kid. And also, I discovered that the Ovaltine here doesn't taste as good as back home (hint to those that might love me enough to send me some).