Today I dropped my daughter off at some obscure pool in a park that I was unfamiliar with and got lost. Twice.
A strange thing happened in the Beer store parking lot right here in my city…
Stress and anxiety were my first emotions of the day today. The tone of what happened last night stayed with me and carried into Monday.
Not a good way to start a busy week. (Had to do with fortnite, don’t even ask…)
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:
Sometimes it feels like I’m moonlighting at a prison. That’s how many keys I have on my key ring.
There’s my three keys for the house. And the three keys for my parents house. And the key for the dog’s house that I sometimes sit. And the two car keys, with one of them having a separate car door opener beeper thingy. And because the van key automatic door opener beeper thingy is not working I had an extra key on the ring, as well. AND, a separate house door key on a separate ring with a key chain in the shape of a hockey puck (because that’s just the way the cookie crumbles in this house).
My partner’s key ring has four keys on it.