Moments in life

This morning before dawn – even though it is a Saturday – I was making myself a foldover using smooth peanut butter and as a I got a big glob on the knife, it fell off and wrapped itself around the handle to the cabinet below. It was still a glob, only a very complex one that looked like a rope that had been knotted on the handle. Some things in life put you in automatic mode or you would lose your mind instantly; some things in life cause an involuntary whimper of your inner puppy. This was in the first group.

I stared at the blob; I put down my knife; I gathered up what I needed to get the clinging alien growth off my cabinet handle; I executed the maneuver. I calmly continued to make my foldover and got my drink and I came out here to my favorite spot. I believe I have begun to come out of my robotic phase – my breathing seems less mechanical and I am making little movements that are not absolutely essential to the moment.

I think I am at that stage where one must decide if one is going to let the incident haunt one into the fetal position or take a deep breath and muster on.

I I do decide to carry on, will there be cameras to record my triumphant return to the kitchen, just as they watched MacArthur come ashore in the Philippines? Somehow I doubt it. Oh, the thankless job of the anonymous general.

2 thoughts on “Moments in life”

  1. I have just been educated as to what a foldover is. Apparently, I have been missing out. I must say that I love your writing and would subscribe to any magazines/newspapers if you had a column. Thanks for the blogging!

  2. Thank you. I got up this morning – and it is not yet light – and dealt with dishes in the sink, got a drink, let the dog out (and in) and sat down to check my email. You have made me smile.

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