The crazy temperature and weather-swings we’ve been having here on Long Island can make you stop and wonder how the Earth doesn’t just split in half or something. When I woke up on Sunday morning, it was -2°F. On Tuesday, it was 55° and raining. That’s a pretty wide arc.
With things being what they are, my motorcycle riding has come to a standstill and so too, apparently, has my thinking. That beautiful brightness of thoughts and ideas that comes when my wheels are in motion has fizzled to little more than the flickering ‘O’ on a seedy motel sign. ….:::zzzt:::…:::zzzt:::…..
If my mind were a photograph, this would probably be a good representation. The thoughts are there but they are widely spaced out and all the same shape.
Unfortunately, the people who love me are forced to take care of me and my feeble mind. How they manage to pull it off with such style and grace is beyond me. Further proof that I just might be the luckiest girl in the world.
“You know what I just realized?”
::scared look:: “No? Whaaaaat?”
“Sub sandwiches are probably called that… BECAUSE THE ROLL LOOKS LIKE A SUBMARINE! Did you know that?!!??!?”
And with that pearl of wisdom, I dropped the mic and looked triumphantly at my daughter who slowly blinked at me from the comfort of her giant hand-chair.
“Are you serious right now? “
Did you know?
Because I don’t know how I could have possibly moved through the world for over 40 years without this thought ever occurring to me. This is what happens when I stay inside for too long.