It wasn’t too long ago I was stopped by a young man who asked me for ID. I didn’t know what to say to him, but I wanted to know why he was asking. He was dressed as a security guard with a “Smoky-The-Bear” hat and a nice blue uniform, but a bad attitude. He said that I should go back outside as the stores do not want transients around the customers. Now I might dress toward the far end of casual, but I currently am not a transient. I wear jeans (old), mostly T-shirts with a message, old brown shoes, a brown wide brim hat, oh – and I have a beard… I’m 68 years old. As I was getting ready to tell this idiot where he should stick it another security guard stepped up and ask if there was a problem. The first guard told him I would not follow his instructions and that as a transient I needed to leave the area. The second guard looked at me, smiled and told me to have a good day and to continue into the store area. Later-on I saw the second guard sitting on a bench and I asked him what had been the other guards problem. He told me that the other guard had been having problems with customers all day and his encounter with me was his last, the shift supervisor fired him.

I felt bad about this the rest of the day.

Mind Tricks

I took a late afternoon nap this afternoon, when I woke up I thought it was 6am in the morning of the next day. I did the usual things before going to the kitchen to get myself some coffee, the clock said 6:20am. Along the way I went by Janie’s room, she was awake, she told me she had a bad dream.

With coffee in hand I sat down in my living room chair pulled up the newspaper on my iPAD just as Janie came out to the living room. She asked me what I was doing and I told her I was going to read the newspaper and drink coffee like I did every morning. She was a bit perplexed and asked me why I was drinking coffee at 6:30pm.

The medication I take for Parkinson’s sometimes alters my perception of dates and time, this is what had happened to me, I had mistaken my nap for my nightly sleep.