I went to a small class with three other men roughly my age. All of us were there to learn how to use a little gizmo that would track specific information about our health. We listened, looked and asked questions, but didn’t look around at each other. I hope all of us stay well.
I’ve lashed myself to the mast over things this week: health, entertainment of guests, home and hearth duties and, again, work. Things will get done, still be kind of a drag and eventually pay off: that’s what I keep telling myself. There’s non-alcoholic bubbly in it for me too.
Month in, month out, I drag my heels when it comes to reading what I ought and pass up the necessary for the airy distractions of bright, shiny things. When I am going to make a living? Push past these notifications, bend toward the tasks and everything that they ask? Who knows?
We started by wrangling documents and driving, thankfully not far. We were each home and dry before multiple afternoon rounds of rain, wind and hail. Now: looking at numbers from yesterday, trying to remember a letter’s inspiration and readying my usual frantic book club catch-up.
I stopped by the greenway to marvel at last night’s rain before driving over to Richmond’s Iron Triangle to see a guy about a body (mine), tell him what the body’s been up to for the last year (doing nothing unholy, thank you very much) and get good advice on this year’s upgrades.
As I laid in bed last night and listened to rain falling outside, I saw distant lightning flash past, followed by very soft and low rounds of thunder. Reading a blog post this evening, I learned more might show up overnight. I can’t say I miss them much, but they’re nice visitors.
Reliable happiness is regular karaoke with strangers turned friends, cheering at song choices, clapping for singers, humming backup for tunes that ask for it, noting those you’ve never heard before, wondering how you missed them and learning how to get more of that in your life.
On a day off, we wandered through cramped and darkened museum halls to see hundreds of artifacts from ancient Egypt, and later met friends at a wine bar to mark completion of a workplace term with a surprise toast. In between, we had tea and an amazing meal at a nearby restaurant.
It was sprinkling when we left, and picked up a bit by the time we got over to the greenway. The only other person out was bundled up, walking a small black and white dog on a leash. After managing to talk myself out of a candy run at the drugstore, we went home to have hot tea.
This is not the strangest loop, because it’s familiar. We were here two years ago, almost to the day. The jokes around it are sad because they’re based on long-pending systemic failures. To confuse it with any honest, principled choice is to miss its intended impacts and effects.