It is all about perspective
Today I lost my perspective – too much on the to do list in the wake of mom who couldn’t get out of the tub for an hour and a half because her legs were weak, Arlene got stuck under the bed again and pee’d all over herself and then had an anxiety attack, the lawn mower rolled over and ate an irrigation pipe, the guy who I called to fix it said his dad died Monday, my friend’s whose daughter died lives in anguish of mother’s day approaching, a friend told me of a mutual friend who has gone completely off the deep end and has begun ordering narcotics off the internet, and as the day droned on, I was beginning to believe that Hemingway might have been right – we all live lives of quiet desperation.
Of course, of the matter is that I got little sleep in the past few days, I’ve overdone from top to bottom, I missed my pilates class, I didn’t get to the make up class this afternoon, nor did I run – I walked instead with Loca and Tatjana into the park, into the gloaming, my insides chewed up and twirling around.
I went to write on my blog and saw my last entry – women marching for the right to refuse their husband’s sexual advances. I think back to what my grandmother said a long time ago – when I asked her what was the biggest thing that ever happened in her life – she said “indoor plumbing.”