It’s quite possible that I’m a strange person. For instance, I keep testing gravity.
I was lifting weights at Wellington Fitness yesterday. My dear friend Karisa works there and today her boyfriend Nick was working out. She’s so much in love with her man and today I got to meet him. He seems like a fine fellow. Later, I told Karisa that I hope their love continues to blossom and that they grow old together.
I was standing at the front desk, so very happy that she’s happy. I was drinking my protein powder from a shaker cup. Without apparent thought, I threw the cup way high into the air, close to the ceiling. The toss wasn’t as straight up as I’d hoped, and I rushed forward to make the catch. It was a glancing blow and then a smash on the floor. Vanilla goo flowed freely.
For a bit I just stared. Did I really do that? Apparently so. The puddle was immense and Karisa found me some paper towels. I soaked and wiped and soaked some more. And then Brandon showed up with a mop. I was happy, not embarrassed or guilty. Nothing in my cognitive system had planned it out. I just … threw.
Many years ago, when I was teaching at St. Mary Choir School, I must have been similarly happy. I was standing in the staff room talking with Marg, after consuming a precious liquid in my favourite mug. Same story. The mug soared. The mug broke. I stared. And somehow it was all okay.
Then there was the time in Costco when I was also flying high. I was slurping my chocolate waffle cone while talking to a couple of employees in the vision department. Up went the cone, sadly nowhere near the store’s high ceiling. It did a flip in the air. I reached out my right hand. Plop … ice cream end down. It should have been on the Plays of the Week. Oh, what a good boy was I.
Guess my eye-hand co-ordination has faded over the years. But it’s okay. I was volunteering yesterday afternoon at South Dorchester School and Tiffany asked me if I would like a water bottle. She had one extra. And it has a holey insert for shaking. Nice.