Salutations, Gentle Reader,
Well, today has offered me the opportunity to transform an annoying situation into looking on the bright side of things. I had the late lunch today. Actually, I brought my lunch with me and used the first part of my lunch hour to run a couple of errands. Only when making the last of them did I actually have to park and get out of the car. I hopped back in, put the key in the ignition and turned it. The car wouldn’t start. I had noticed that battery seemed sluggish the past few days and really had planned to have it checked on Friday, when I have a day off. Those plans got moved up a few days.
Fortunately, a co-worker was able to bring our dealership’s jumpstart box, and I went to a local auto parts store and now am rolling along again. Was it an annoyance? Of course. Nevertheless, I was able to get my car started without having to call a tow truck. I had the means to replace the battery. I work for someone who didn’t give me a hard time for being late returning from lunch–and who allowed a co-worker to come to my rescue. Things could be worse.
In a totally different vein, I had a cool conversation with a friend the other day. She told me that I was different from 99% of the others. I laughed and said I had never thought of myself as a 1%er. I hold her in the same regard. We shared how we feel challenged in critical areas of life and questioned whether we really might be unlucky. It’s tough for me to think of “unlucky”. From a rational standpoint, I don’t really accept that notion. I know that I’m prone to depression and suspect that depression may skew my outlook on occasion; yet, there’s no denying that life has thrown a lot of curveballs in my direction. As I wrote the other day, I question whether I was a good husband. Perhaps it’s my drawing near a milestone birthday that has me reflecting over these things, but I’m at a point where I’m really asking a lot of questions about life in general and my life in particular.
Remain calm, and speak well.
Be kind to yourself. Be kind to the planet and the future. Cause no harm. Go Vegan!
Soon she will be no more than a passing thought,
a pang, a timpani of wind in the chimes, bent spoons
hung from the eaves on a first night in a new house
on a street where no dog sings, no cat visits
a neighbor cat in the middle of the street, winding
and rubbing fur against fur, throwing sparks.
Her atoms are out there, circling the earth, minus
her happiness, minus her grief, only her body’s
water atoms, her hair and bone and teeth atoms,
her fleshy atoms, her boozy atoms, her saltines
and cheese and tea, but not her piano concerto
atoms, her atoms of laughter and cruelty, her atoms
of lies and lilies along the driveway and her slippers,
Lord her slippers, where are they now?