We have the power
I got a late start this morning for my bike ride because I ran to get my flu shot at the synagogue. But when I was on my bike, I couldn’t help but marvel at how populated my mind was – it was like rush hour in there. Two hours later, warmer, out of breath – the curtain started to close, the denouement, all those people seemed to take their bow and leave my head.
While I was getting my flu shot, a man came over and started talking to me. When he walked away, the older woman at the table made it a point to tell me he is a pediatrician. I thought to myself, isn’t that nice, but honey, it’s too late for me to be finding a nice Jewish doctor to marry. Plus, I’ve always had a weakness for Catholic boys.
A friend called when I walked in the door from my bike ride and wanted to know if I wanted to grab a cup of coffee. She said she was still reeling from an incident that happened the other day at a holiday party. I told her to let go and let god. Meaning, forgive yourself and quit giving the incident and the people involved so much power in your life.
Then I took the Bean over to my mom’s and brought a bunch of my business holiday cards so that I could start addressing them to sources. My mom said my sister is thinking of moving back home to New Orleans. And that they will look for a place to either buy or rent together. I said that would be good (but my thought bubble said, look out).
My mom had just washed her hair and was about to put it up in rollers. She has thicker hair than me, and twice as kinky, almost nappy. I asked her if she wanted me to roll it for her (a frustrated hair dresser I am) but she said she had a certain way of rolling. I walked in the bathroom after a while and sat on the edge of the tub and watched her – her hands were shaking and she was short of breath – meanwhile the ubiquitous cigarette burned in the ashtray. (Thought bubble said, fucking coffin nails.)