Especially now that Jody is sick, I grasp onto the little pleasures that come my way. It’s almost like sucking my thumb when I was a kid. I did that until Grade 5, accompanied by my teddy bear Teddy. I remember the overwhelming sadness I felt when Teddy’s head fell off. Soon after that, my thumb started morphing into other pursuits – showing appreciation, creative twiddling, and eventually hitchhiking.
Today, I still need my teddy. The first one is the London Free Press sports section. I start on the front page, looking for stories that show human beings being human. Let’s say it’s an article about the London Knights Junior A hockey team (young guys between 16 and 20). If the article continues on page 3, I go there to finish it. Generally though, I start on the first page and proceed on from there in order. A lovely ritual or a deviant rigidity? Who cares? It makes me feel cozy.
I also love rows of sports stats, usually printed in the tiniest of fonts. Jody has always called this particular passion my idiotsyncrasy. Hey, it’s okay if it is.
I have a favourite ceramic mug. Actually, I’m looking at it right now. It’s tall and blends from a dark blue glaze at the bottom to a delicate pink one at the top. And it feels just perfect in my hand. Once my coffee or tea cools down a bit, I like wrapping both hands around. The warmth spreads through me. Ahhh.
I’ve mentioned my man chair before in these posts. It’s a green upholstered Lazy Boy. (And I just remembered that it’s featured in my photo for WordPress.) I love pulling the lever to get the footrest to push out and the head to go back. I get my knees up and prop my book against them. More bliss.
For the last few weeks, I’ve been sleeping on a foam pad next to Jody’s hospital bed. I lay a flat sheet on the pad and cover myself with a second sheet and a blanket. Then I arrange things by my neck just so. The edge of the top sheet has to curl back over the blanket so the sheet is what I feel. Since the sheet and blanket are loose at the bottom, I then throw my legs into the air, so the covers fall over my toes. When I bring my legs back down, I’m snug as a bug in a rug. Yum.
That’s all the symbols of soothing I can think of right now. I’ll let you know if other ones float down upon me.