Lotteryist Week 35

I can think of nothing to say.

I have seventeen blogs left to write in this project and my mind is blank.

This is not good.

This week I can remember nothing about the clerk I bought my losing-again ticket from. Nothing about the day, the other people, what was happening, nothing made any impression on me.

I drove up… ok, I now remember…I filled the gas tank first and almost dropped dead at how much it cost.

Anyway, I drove up, filled the tank, moved the car away from the pumps…remember something else…no one else was getting gas. Moved the car anyway because I think it is rude to leave a vehicle at the pump and block someone else from using it. I walked in the store…oh yes, two girls were trying to make the air machine work. I felt a pang of pity because I can never make the air machine work for me.

I walked in the store and told the clerk I needed to lose some money…yeah, now I recall, she smirked. Yep, it definitely was a smirk, agreeing without words that I was foolish. I paid for the ticket with a five-dollar bill and she gave me two dollars back…they were crumpled bills, like they had been wadded up in someone’s pocket. The air-machine girls came in and asked if the air-machine was broken. The clerk didn’t know. Said it didn’t belong to the store.

Then I left and drove home thinking that nothing had happened.

But I thought again and gee, even when nothing happened, a lot happened.

It makes me wonder how much more was really happening. How much I missed. How much went right over my head. How much swirled around me.

Makes me wish I could re-live the moment and really pay attention.

But I can’t. What is missed, is missed.

It ends up, I had something to say after all. Life isn’t a blank. Life happens, no matter what. I might as well pay attention. Because, like I said, life is happening.

 And I am really, really good at stating the obvious.