6/21/2024

Posted on 06/21/2024 by chick
  • I worry sometimes that if I say (or write) something that sounds wishful, then that “wish” might be granted to me, but in the most awful way, as if by an Evil Genie. To forestall such an event, I often add caveats to the things I say. You can see it in my post from the other day. After writing that I was sick of my job, I clarified that I didn’t want to lose my job. This is a form of superstition, similar to “knock on wood,” and I ought to be above it. But I’m not.
  • I’m still happily reading Watchers. It’s well-written in some respects (great metaphors, beefy verbs, not a lame adverb in sight). But, like so many older books, it has things in it that are cringe-worthy by today’s standards, as well as things so dated that they’d hardly make sense to younger readers. Isn’t it funny how some books can last hundreds of years and others can barely eke out a few decades?
  • There is a woman who has a piano lesson immediately following my music lesson. She had a mountain-climbing accident a few weeks ago in which she hurt her arm and hand. Last Tuesday was her first time back since the accident, and we chatted briefly as I was on my way out and she on her way in. She’s bummed because she used to be able to do 100 push-ups per day before the accident, but now she can’t do a single one. She says she’s not healing as fast as she used to, and she wonders if it’s because she’s over 60. That floored me. I can’t do a single push-up either, not because I’m over 60 or because my bones are healing, but because I’m weak. I’m not sure I’ve ever been able to do a full-fledged push-up. I’ve never been able to do more than a handful of the modified ones either. Damn, but she makes me question some of my life choices!
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