Susan McCorkindale

Author. Editor. Autism Advocate.

Confessions

12.28.17

Why do I keep keys?

Behold, my desk drawer. An ordinary desk drawer filled with pens, post-it notes, highlighters, flash drives the contents of which have been long forgotten, and keys. Lots of keys.

Behold, my key chain. An ordinary key chain containing all the keys I need. Car key, house keys, boyfriend’s house key, and the key to my mailbox.  If all the keys I need are here, and they are, then what, pray tell, are those reproducing near my paper clips?

Do they represent plants I promised to water?

Mail I offered to bring in?

A dog I said I’d let out?

I doubt it. If they did, I’d have heard about it by now. Those keys have been in my desk drawer for years, from my time on the farm, to my former husband’s house, to my apartment in town, to the condo I live in today but, unlike the barrettes and hair bands in my bathroom,

I simply can’t recall where they came from.

I do, however, know what I’m going to do with them. I’m saving them, along with the clips, hair bands, and hundreds of bobby pins I discovered cowering in a Tupperware container last week when I started this “Why do I keep this stuff?” series, in a pretty box I’ve labeled Weird Writing Prompts. Clearly, that’s what they are and, as I look around this place with an eye toward more cleaning out and de-cluttering, I know two things:

  1. This series is far from over and
  2. I’m gonna need a bigger box.

#weirdwritingprompts #whydoikeepthisstuff

 

 

 

Share on Pinterest
6.24.17

Yes, I’m going to miss Main Street

The movers come tomorrow. I’m excited and a little sad that I won’t get to speed walk through Old Town Warrenton every morning. I’m going miss it.

I’m going to miss wondering where the “Open” and “Shut” signs went that Pablo used to have on the doors of Great Harvest every day. The “Shut” sign always cracked me up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And I’m going to miss how pretty the hanging plants look along Main Street.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whenever I walk, I pretend I’ve never been here before, which probably accounts for how startled I am when people wave to me. Joe Martin was getting into his car one morning and he waved and I was like, whoa, that guy knows me? Earth to Susan! Stop with the Jedi mind tricks. But it’s fun to pretend I’ve never been here because it allows me to see things in my pretty town I hadn’t noticed previously. Like how gorgeous the windows are in Designs By Teresa,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and how commanding and elegant the court house is.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I reach this spot, I cross and practically run to see what’s in the windows at Shelf Life.

I’m safest at Shelf Life at 6:30am, when I can’t go in and go broke.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I think I need this for my new place. Not that I bake or do more than pour wine in my kitchen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of course I don’t only walk along Main Street. I like to cut up and down the side streets, too. Great soups here

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Neat treasures here…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And lots of hats here. I gotta stop in here one day during business hours. I could totally embrace my hattitude!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I walk past the Fauquier Times office and wave. I know. No one’s there yet. But still. Hmm. You think maybe my therapist should open an office on Culpeper Street? Then I could walk there, too, sit on her stoop and be her first appointment of the day, every day.

 

Oh wait, that won’t work. She’s going to have to open an office near Marshall’s cause that’s closer to my new place. A Marshall’s within walking distance. Dear God, that’s as bad as living within walking distance of DeJaVu. And Shelf Life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

And the super cool Black Bear Mercantile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe I should simply get a treadmill and speed walk in the safety of my new home. Then I could double my pretending. I could pretend I’m walking through Old Town while pretending to be on vacation and we can all go on pretending that my therapist doesn’t need to move near Marshall’s. You know, I’m going to miss my early morning walks on Main Street almost as much as I miss what was left of my mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Share on Pinterest
6.3.17

A few reasons why I love Warrenton

Because most of the shop owners on Main Street have water bowls set out for dogs. Drum and Strum’s is my favorite.

Because even if I’m not feeling or for that matter, looking, particularly angelic, I can try on a pair of wings and convince myself I’m gonna rock Heaven’s socks. If I can get past Saint Peter.

Because I swear I used to own this tank top.

Because I can get advice from a bear without being in the woods. And it’s darn good advice, too.

Because the sign in front of Deja Brew always makes my day.

Because sometimes I make fantastic discoveries like a sale at my favorite store. And who can resist a sale?

Because there’s always someplace pretty to stop and take a break from my walk which I really shouldn’t do lest I end up looking like that advice giving bear.

And because clearly my little town welcomes odd balls like me (with their own club, no less). Maybe one day I’ll try to join. I’m not a fellow but I’m definitely an odd chick speed walking down Main Street in the morning sun, stopping to snap pics with my iPhone and sweating all over the screen

Share on Pinterest
5.13.17

Just say yes

 

 

 

 

 

 

Share on Pinterest