Wednesday, January 07, 2004
If They Could All Be Like This
Some days nothing goes right. Monday January 5 was not one of those days. To wit:
· Took the dog on an early morning walk and avoided jet-blasting sprinklers on the greenbelt; led dog to an area not yet under deluge. He attended promptly to business and then walked amiably with me across the street – just as six more sprinklers came on line right where we’d been standing. Avoided getting completely soaked by about three comfortable seconds.
· Got a haircut before work. On the way, exchanged greetings with a woman I’ve ridden the bus with frequently for two years but never spoke to. Was first in line at Rick’s International; as I sat down, three more people lined up behind me. Got an excellent shearing with hot foam and a shoulder massage (all very manly and respectable).
· Got to work on time (for a change) and finished a longstanding project in an aesthetically pleasing way. Left after half a day for a medical appointment.
· Without troubling greater Blogdom with the sordid details, I don’t have a serious medical condition, and I barely have a frivolous one. The MD was personable, trustworthy, and gave me loads of stuff to make me feel better. And even though we left for his office 25 minutes later than I wanted to, I only got there five minutes late.
· On the way home from the doctor’s, we stopped and shopped. Not only did we get several useful and much-needed household implements, we used a 20% off coupon. Big score at Bed Bath and Beyond.
· Once home, I got the information I needed to send in a deposit for our Hawaii vacation condo and also set up an appointment for later in the week for an important and exciting meeting. It’s so important that this is all I’m going to say about it right now.
· Thirty minutes of good, vigorous yoga in the late afternoon, building off the previous day’s session at a Bikram studio. Among my many yogic accomplishments this day: excellent one-legged balance (a big challenge for me) and a full minute in headstand.
· A quick drive to the Mission where we found parking right in front of a cool restaurant where Kel and I met Gimmy Gimcracker and her beau. Kel had never met any of my “imaginary friends” and wondered what I was getting her into, which turned out to be: a lovely supper with two very lovely people, articulate and engaging, good listeners and thoughtful conversationalists. We really enjoyed meeting them both. Learning from them that Gardens of Taxco is still in business was a big bonus.
Not every day can be so satisfying, but when you get one that comes together as well as this one did, it’ll carry you through a moderate dry spell. If you play your cards right, it can bring you karmic momentum that can change the course of history. Maybe not on a large scale, but I don’t need to work on the large scale right now. And on the kind of scale where I live, this was a big boost in the right direction.
Addendum: Mentioning “scales” brings to mind that one of the household implements we got was a very accurate bathroom scale. Testing it at home against the cruddy old one we’d been using, we learned that the old one seemed to give readings about six pounds less than the new one. I didn’t gain any weight, I just gained some insight into how much weight I had. I can live with that. You know, weight not, want not. Or something.
