The Reality of Excitement
So, I was walking home from the gym when suddenly I realized that the construction on the North Side of Newtown Avenue between 31st Street and 30th Avenue, (don’t ask, Astoria is full of contradictions), was nearing a close and they had reopened the sidewalk.
My initial, and very emphatic reaction was:
Oh. My. God. The North Side of Newtown is open again!
Let me add some context. I am a creature of habit. Therefore, every Saturday and Sunday, after vacuuming and sterilizing my apartment, I take the exact same route from my house to the gym. I’m going to bore you with the minutiae for a second, as that’s part of what’s so sad about this sigh; my exact route takes me to 31st Street where I walk down the West side, underneath the train tracks, (where on rainy days, I get doused by trash and dead-pigeon filled rainwater), until I hit Newtown Avenue, and make a hard left. Because of the construction that has been going on since about last December, I haven’t been able to walk on the North side of Newtown, thereby lengthening my walk by a 1/2 block. (Those of you who know me should understand how much this serves as an incessant irritant.) I then re-cross the street at the Key Foods so that I can be on the same side of the street that the gym is on.
I took the time to explain all of that mainly to show a) how anal retentive I actually am, as well as b) what an Astoria townie I’ve become. Upon realization that I could once again walk on the correct side of the street, I got more excited than I’d been in about 3 months. Really. I got so excited that I could go back to my original route, that I nearly peed myself.
That being said, two things have held up this, and all other posts that I’ve been meaning to file over the past few days. One is the little secret that, even after God has blessed me by opening my preferred route back up, I keep forgetting to walk on the North side of Newtown. Whoops. The second is that I’ve actually spent about 30 hours over the last week trying to put together a googlemap that outlined my whole route, and notable features along the walk, but I couldn’t figure out how to embed the stupid thing, leading me into a shame spiral in which I heard Grace’s voice, over and over, mocking my technological ineptitude, calling me a ’sexless wonder’, putting down my faith, and stomping my heart into pieces with her little cloven hooves.
But now that I’m over that, I’ll be finishing up the rest of my posts later today. Grace.
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