So, How Was Your Day?

‘You know, he’s like a BB in a bare room.’

My brother used to say that. Man, I love that. So descriptive. Roll here, hit the wall, roll there, hit the other wall. You have to have kind of a level house though for the analogy to work. Otherwise, the BB rolls to a corner and just stays there.

That ought to happen in my house because it’s old and out of kilter. Another phrase I love. Things and people can be out of kilter.

So reflections on my day can be either like a BB in a bare room or out of kilter. Or both.

There was a massive white freighter just off shore on Lake Michigan this afternoon. I pulled over to marvel at it but when I took its picture, it seemed small and unimpressive. Writing that, I know at least one person who will quickly correct me. It’s not a freighter, it’s a cargo ship, a cruise ship, the Sloop John B. That’s fine. Be right.

As one reader keeps reminding me, it’s shallow to worry about one’s looks but at a meeting today I pondered the oft-visited question, should I go without pantyhose? When I go without, I feel like I’m going to meetings in my nightgown. When I do, I feel like somebody’s grandma. Oh wait….

I almost fell over in Tai Chi trying to twist around to watch the teacher doing amazing slow motion hand jive. I could never learn the actual hand jive and have almost no muscle memory except typing which I think I learned as a baby because my father was so afraid I wouldn’t be able to make a living which now makes me think that he gave up early on any plan to make sure that I married well. I not only married well but I type like a bat out of hell. Time me.

I was wrong about somebody and corrected that today, with the somebody. I love people who do that and I’m one of them.

The date for my cochlear implant surgery seems to be set which made me elated to the point of tears but has caused me to wonder how much of my current personality has been formed by being so communication-impaired. My life is on paper. I like it like that but I think it will change. Maybe I will need a reintegration coach.

In the hour between Tai Chi and a meeting, I went for a drive along the lake in my old convertible. And like I do every time I drive with the top down, I love the sky and the clouds, the lake in the distance, my good fortune, my long life, and my beautiful car. No one talks to me in the car and I never listen to the radio. I don’t have to.

Being there is enough.