Here I sit in my man chair. Will I lean forward, hoping for a fine result in the next moment? Will I turn away from current pain, not wanting it to continue? Or will I just sit, letting whatever’s here be here? I like that last choice. So let’s see where the moments take me.
1. I’m looking at Jody’s face on the cover of the third proof of her book. I’m happy. She looks great.
2. I’m listening to my breath. No wheeze. No coughing. On one level, that’s good. On another, it’s just breathing.
3. I’m closing my eyes. My belt is tight against my stomach. Some discomfort.
4. I’m closing my eyes again. Eyelids very heavy. Thinking of my bed.
5. Hard for me to type with my eyes closed, me not being an ace touch typist.
6. I hear the oven doing its groinks, as the chicken works its way towards edibility.
7. I look at the poster of Jody on the wall, her in her wedding dress, beaming. I smile.
8. I think of Thursday, when I’ll get into Hugo and set off for Massachusetts, and a nine-day meditation retreat. Another smile.
9. Oven timer goes off. Excuse me, I’ll be right back.
10. Can’t smell the chicken because of the cold. Sure looks good.
11. I made myself a cup of tea – Cinnamon Spice. The cup overflowed. Sipped it down a bit. Hot on the lips. Wiped up the spill.
12. The house is silent. So am I.
13. I feel my breath catch. I recognize it as the body showing me a pre-cough.
14. Breathing smoothly again. Happy.
15. I ask myself, “Will I be well by Thursday?” Strangely, I see that I’m fine with both a “yes” and a “no”.
16. I notice the PVR humming softly. I notice that I don’t like the sound. Oh well.
17. I think about whether I will ever again have a partner in life. I hope so. But I know it’ll be okay if I don’t.
18. I rub the rough patch on my forehead, and smile when I see that I want my body to be perfectly smooth. Good luck on that, guy.
19. I look at the statue of the Buddha that sits on the hassock nearby, facing me. A companion for the last three years. Feel bad (a little) that I can’t sit that way. Happy that he’s here.
20. I miss Jody, and my eyes dampen. Oh, my dear wife.
21. I realize that Jody’s coming to Massachusetts with me. My eyes are still wet. Thank you, my dear. “You’re very welcome, husband. You and me.”
22. No sign of a cough. So thankful for that.
23. I remember that I haven’t saved any of this post yet. Do so. No judgment.
24. I worry about not writing a post every day. And I just watch the worry. It’s okay.
25. 25 seems like a nice round number, don’t you think?
That was about half an hour of thoughts bubbling to the surface. I’m so pleased that I didn’t get stuck ramping up the goods and bads into fullfledged drama. But “so pleased” sounds like a pretty high energy “good”. Guess I’ll continue to watch my thinkings with good humour. A lovely thing to do on a sunny Saturday afternoon.