There’s an expression in German I’ve heard my aunt use from time to time:
It means “like it was tossed at me”.
There are several occasions where this expression can be used; most often however it references two things:
1. An illness (like one minute you’re healthy and all is fine and the next minute you’re suffering fever chills, a headache and a sore throat)
2. A bad mood (one minute you’re fine the next minute you want to kill everyone who dares to glance in your direction)
I was fine all day. My daughter and I had a nice visit in my hometown with my parents, and stopped at a nursery on the way home to pick up a few house plants. They didn’t have the one she was looking for (called string of pearls), something to do with the hurricanes last year that destroyed a lot of the tropical plants that make it up here to southern Canada, but we found several others we loved.
All was fine.
Then I checked traffic on my app. Highway was backed up due to a collision in the centre lane, so we took the lake shore road instead. It’s a pleasant drive, usually, but at one point we were standing, barely moving, for way longer than was endurable.
I glanced at the GPS even though I know the neighbourhood areas well, and thought I’ll risk the residential streets just north of our current street.
Which was fine and dandy until the road stopped at a dead end and the only way to get past (east) of there was to either go north (away from our original lake shore) or south (back into the traffic jam).
Long story short: I could now qualify to be a tour guide for the south western part of suburban Mississauga. Y’all wanna come up here for a tour?
We drove through shabby parts of town only to find ourselves in a hoity toity neighbourhood the next minute. There were ugly apartment buildings and huge mansions on large, treed properties with gate houses. There were parks and schools, shops and churches, then a run down area with junk yards and auto repair places, a park with a creek and another stretch of mansions.
Plus, unlike the city of Toronto where 98% of all streets are either north/south or east/west, there were diagonal roads, turns, loops and god knows what else in every direction but east, which is where I wanted to go.
On and on it went until I finally saw a sign for a major artery I recognized.
My poor daughter. She just wanted to get home. She spent 5 hours in the car yesterday driving home from the camping trip. Normally, it only takes about 30 minutes to drive to my parents’ place. Add in a bit of construction or traffic, and you should still do the trip under an hour.
It took a freaking two hours to get home.
My mood was not pleasant by then.
I can suddenly understand the desire to want to move out of the city, like my partner complains about when he struggles with his work commutes.
So after we got home I admit, I was a little snarky. They eventually left for baseball playoffs, but my girl child wanted to stay home and plug into a movie. I don’t blame her.
Slowly, my mood is improving. Certainly, typing a blog post, and glancing at our new plants is helpful to me.
Maybe I’ll head out into the garden and watch the monarchs flutter around.
How do you manage a suddenly emerging bad mood? Do you nurse it and isolate yourself or do you thrash around yelling at people?
It takes all kinds of effort to manage this emotion, doesn’t it. 🙂