How many times have we heard someone say if speaking up or doing something saves even one life, then it was worth it? But until today, I don’t think I really connected to these messages in a personal way.
This evening an epidemiologist told us that if we feel like we are doing nothing, lounging on the couch, watching screens, eating bad food, playing games, and wasting time; then we are serving our fellow man and being patriotic. She kept it real. If you self quarantine , you greatly reduce the risk of catching or passing on Covid-19.
In essence, if I live my life like I do during football season, basketball season and March Madness, then I could save a life? and my country? Then I’m in. I pledge to serve in this way even after this pandemic becomes history.
If even one person can survive because I sit on my butt and gaze at screen for hours then it will be worth the effort!
I woke up thinking about luchadores? Yes I did. I thought I might find some masks to post. While it was cool to see the photos of the real Nacho Libre, I still liked Jack Blacks version better. Sorry Fr. Nacho. And there were way too many images of Santo, Lucha Libre, and Mistico to choose from. I decided to scrap the idea. And then like an unexpected flying leap from the ropes, I stumbled upon a black and white photo of ” Santo con helado(ice-cream)” and oneof L’ange blanc playing pinball, and Hurricane Ramirez, ” the prince of silk” smoking a pipe- all with their colorful masks on. Awwwwww-the human side of these macho mad men! So many touching moments to choose from. But in the end, I kept revisitingthis photo of the Blue Demon. I imagined it was for his high- school yearbook. Crazy I know. Any chance I wondered if he was voted most likely to body slam an opponent?
I am sitting on a hydraulic gas filled Herman Miller black and walnut chair. I’m sorry. I lied. It’s a knock off.
As I slide into the faux leather seat, I realize my son set the chair to its maximum height.There is very little room between my knees and the bottom edge of the narrow DIY butcher block pub table from Target.
As I lean back to think, my chair, in almost a Quigi board way slowly rotates in a circular motion to the right, and then stops at what might be the letter A or V, depending on how you see two corners of a wall coming together.
As I resist twist myself back, I press my feet on the metal foot rest and force my palms against the counter to fight the chair from independently escaping. At just the right moment, I slide my hand gently down the shiny metal and clumsily lift the black plastic lever so that I may gradually lower the seat but instead I experience a sudden drop in air pressure! I expect to hear a pilot say ” ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain speaking. Looks like we got some turbulence up ahead and expect a bumpy ride. So we’re going to put on the fasten seat belt sign and ask you to return to your seats.”
But today, there was no pilot- no warning- just a sudden drop….a very sudden drop.
Snappy. Plucky.Jazzzzy songs from the 30’s and 40’s followed by a soft deep spoken voice, “this is ESCAPE.” In fact, it does feel like I’ve traveled back in time. Does anyone care what time it is? Check the over sized clock with Roman Numerals on the wall. Play tennis anyone? No? OK would you settle for the next best thing… slapping a couple of tennis balls on to a walker? Ready? Game on!First one done gets a sugar free cookie. Hungry after that work out? Interested in some “spaghetti fun?” You might even get a Polaroid of yourself eating! Is that mustache or sauce-Click-“Gotcha!” What fun! Time to relax and have a conversation with a new friend? “where the hell is everyone ?” “It’s early- they ain’t even made breakfast !” “Where the hell is everyone?” “It looks like the “coffee wagon’s” a coming.” “Grab your wagon’s ladies, we got some coffee to serve!
This is ESCAPE.
Welcome to assisted living.
It’s raining. I don’t have an umbrella. “Here, borrow mine,” she remarked “I’ve had this for 15 years! “Its a Totes with a wooden handle, so it’s heavy, but small enough to keep in your purse.” Why did she have to say that? I felt immediately burdened. Who keeps an umbrella for 15 years? What if I misplaced it or lost it?
Ive never kept an umbrella long enough to remember how long I had it. Umbrellas seem to just appear in closets whenever I needed one . No one told me I had to save them. But she could even tell me about how she lost her original wooden handled Totes at Mc Donald’s 15 years ago! Now, I feel guilty because I was probably the guy who found it, used it, and then threw it away.
It’ mother’s day! Yes it’s the day dear mom wakes up after obsessing all night about how to clean the cat. Did I mention it’s mother’s day, and the cat had a run in with a skunk last night? Cat’s despite what you might think don’t like baths- not even on mother’s day; especially when it involves a concoction found on the internet for how to get rid of skunk odor. No restaurant will have us cause we smell of skunk. But it’s all good. Our skunk smelling family will be together, through thick and thin or at least……..until we get rid of this damn smell- and join the rest of civilization.