Sometimes the fact that my life is held together by the most tenuous of threads weighs on me like a double layer of those x-ray-proof vests.
Today it was the podiatrist running and hour late and my mom forgetting to leave the door open for the babysitter that weighed me down; last week, it was the freezing rain and my accidental abscondsion of Dan’s car keys. In between there was a little of Shef’s ear pain and a pile of vanishing photocopies.
It’s days like this that Elizabeth Bishop echoes in my head: “Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.” None of those small things spell disaster.
“I don’t know how you do it,” a colleague of mine said last week, referring to my myriad identities and obligations.
“Oh,” I said, feeling a little uncomfortable, “the truth is I don’t, really.”
That truth was especially heavy today.
4 comments:
You amaze me all the time. Really.
I can barely take care of myself and you take care of your whole family while working and going to school. Hmmm. French girl book says something on this - it is anti-multi-task. What would happen if we all decided to stop multi-tasking?
i really like that bishop line.
the hour badly spent.
that describes my dissertation work this morning to a tee.
see you tomorrow. yay.
thanks for the kind words, friends.
i am feeling better except for the onset of a headcold. i plan to stop to get drugs and big fat latte on the way to work today. :)
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