this morning's events as they happened and such

i am one of the blessed to get to carpool to work with the man i love. we know it won't be forever but for this season it is one of the greatest treasures that i hold dear. it seems, even to this day, that i am unable to get enough time with just him. the drive is short and most days we listen to talk radio and scoff at the events of the modern day and fight over the volume when it switches to a commercial. i don't like to listen to that incessant noise.

today was special however because we left the house just a bit early in order to make a coveted starbucks run before work. i ask for this treat fairly often but we usually don't make it out in time to see the miracle take place. we decided to dodge the traffic and go down a different road, a road sam is less familiar with, or so he says, and that baffles me because he takes it daily. being beside the point, to him, to me, a woman, i figured he knew where to turn, as should everyone when a starbucks is involved. minutes before the turn sam is traveling at great speeds down the road and does not notice the line of cars breaking in his rapidly approaching future. i do. so i scream, and scream at him to slow down and this sets off a reaction in him. i usually laugh at these within a few minutes later because i see how silly we both have been. and as the chaos of the moment has died to a dim roar we are quickly approaching the turn to the starbucks. in a moment of panic as i realize my dear, loving husband is not slowing to turn as one should in preparation for a right turn i scream again, "this is where you turn!" this being the second incident of the morning between us, and with starbucks on the horizon i burst into tumultuous laughter. oh how i overreact.

all is well that ends well, right? no. not necessarily. i have one complaint. really i have many but one in particular, a bone to pick, if you will, with the people who ask for my name and when i give it, and state it clearly, cannot figure out how to spell it correctly. first let me just say i am not a boy. and if you do not know that there is a different spelling for the name daniel and danielle then i'm pretty sure you fall into the "idiot" category. my name is not that uncommon these days that it is acceptable to misspell it.

oh, i know this is a little detail about life, i realize that. but let me just say this: i have, and have had, enough trouble as it is dealing with the fact that i go by my middle name and having to correct every teacher, every boss, and even go by my "technical, legal, real" (whatever you want to call it) name in so many instances that i feel it is not much to ask that when i am called by the name i go by, my middle-given name, it should be spelled correctly. is that asking too much? i really don't think so. so PUH-lease don't call me deb, debbie, or deborah. that is my mother's name. and PUH-lease don't call me daniel, because i am not a boy. rant over.

i'm really not crazy, i've just been abused. name abused.

and my final thought for this morning: the muses have been silent for some time now. it seems to me that i haven't felt the subtle nudges of inspiration for a while because my mind has been preoccupied with other things, difficult and challenging things. but i don't want those things to keep me from sending my voice out into the world, or the black abyss where eyes i have never looked into might stumble upon my words. even though the things i speak so vaguely of are still present, alive, and real i hope to fight against them and find my voice, be inspired by the muses once again and write. write...write...write...and so i begin again.