Blond and Very Tired

So, here I am again. I should be turning off the light, snuggling into my pillow and drifting off to sleep... but I'm not. It's likely to be another one of those nights when I listen to a past sermon online and fall asleep to Pastor Rob preaching. At least I stay awake when I'm actually in church.

It's been a week of craziness. I returned home from my long weekend last Sunday night and took a glance at the photos I'd taken. There weren't too many. I had a few from my jaunt into Delaware. Couldn't go there accidentally without a few pictures... The building in first picture I looked at seemed terribly familiar, almost exactly like one here in Webster. I even pulled a photo off Google Maps to compare the two. They were eerily similar, right down to the trees in front of the buildings. I showed it to Hannah who made a remark about the Twilight Zone. Ha ha!

Number Nine was crying in his room and Hannah went off to perform her motherly duties. I went back to staring at the photographs. I was completely amazed! And then I noticed the signs in my photograph. I zoomed in and took a closer look. They were signs for route numbers, 250 and 104... I suddenly felt terribly foolish. It wasn't a picture from Delaware at all! It was one I snapped while stopped at a red light on my way out of town Friday morning. And here I had been going on and on about how the buildings looked so much alike...

I seriously considered never mentioning it again. I glanced over at Sergio who was watching television. I didn't really want him to know his mother in law is a nut case. What would he think?! I wandered sheepishly down the hall to where Hannah was comforting Idris in the dark of his room. I kissed the child's head and that of his mother, and went back to the living room. On the way I found myself smiling at my silliness. It was suddenly terribly funny. "Hey, you know those two buildings?" I said to Sergio.

"Yes," he answered.

"They're both the same one," I told him, and we laughed. This evening when I drove past it, I heard myself say, "Martha, you're such a dork," but I was laughing at the same time. When Hannah came home tonight, I asked her if Sergio had told her about my silly mistake. She smiled and said, "Yes. He did."

Now that I've caught up with myself a bit, and I'm not so tired, maybe I can stop doing crazy things... or maybe I can just enjoy the ride