On Saturday morning that sun refused to rise and shine for the longest time. But … I had no room to talk, because neither did I.
The alarm rang and I must’ve been dreaming as I couldn’t find the clock on the night stand right away, and its constant squealing annoyed me. Finally, I found the clock, silenced it and reached for my headphones to listen to the news to gently ease into my day. “Ease” was the operative word, because I was still curled up and comfortable in my bed. Foggy and murky was the description for the weather, so I languished a little longer and enjoyed a few more ZZZZs, before I finally propelled myself out of the bed to begin my day.
I flicked on the light, and poof – it went dark. Well, its partner bit the dust a couple of days ago, so on my mental “to-do” list was replacing both long-lasting (supposedly) CFL lights in my bedroom . Those bulbs had a supposed life span of nine years – too bad they only lasted about nine months. “Well, just great” I muttered.
A few minutes later, I decided that if I don’t know where everything is by now, as to myself and my wardrobe, that’s pretty bad, so I’d manage without the light on in the room.
I ate breakfast leisurely for a change, knowing I had plenty of time to set out for my walk. Finally a timid sun peeked through the shades, so I was ready to go. We’re back to short sleeves again with Summer-like temps sticking around for a few more days and I reached into the dresser drawer and grabbed the first tee-shirt I laid my hands on, finished getting dressed, laced up my shoes and was gone in a flash.
I headed to Council Point Park, eager to get started onto my first of two laps. Weather permitting and fingers crossed, I’m hoping to reach 500 miles by month end.
I swiveled my head left and right, looking for photo ops, but there were none. I took a gander at a few flocks of geese flying overhead, and their incessant honking was worse than the shoppers behavior in Best Buy’s parking lot on Black Friday morning.
Suddenly, I was startled when a booming voice nearby cried out “so, what crisis did you avoid?” I turned around and saw a young man who pointed at my back with one hand and guided a water bottle up to his lips with the other hand. While awaiting my answer, he had time to guzzle, swallow and have another swig, and all the time I was looking at him somewhat dumbfounded.
Finally he enlightened me by saying “your shirt – it says ‘I survived ‘95’.” “Ahhh”, I said. I know I sounded a little clueless and he probably wished he had never opened up this can of worms. I told him “I’m sorry – I didn’t realize what my shirt said. I got dressed in the dark this morning” to which he responded “oh … well have a nice day.”
TMI on my part maybe?
I’m sure he thought I was some kind of dumb bunny.
I must back up a minute. In my bedroom, one of my deep dresser drawers is filled with tee-shirts that are relegated for kickin’ around in. I’ve collected tees from various unions with whom my boss has negotiated CBAs, but the majority of my freebie shirts come from the law firm Robb and I left when we started our own firm. Wise & Marsac had multiple outings each year. There were get-togethers like the golf outing, splat ball or the water park where families gathered for a day of fun and to break bread with one another at the Firm picnic. There were a few March of Dimes Walkathons, attended by the hardiest of our personnel. The branded colors of our law firm were burgundy and gold, thus, every Firm outing had its own burgundy tee-shirt, emblazoned in gold letters signifying that particularly event.
I never went to these outings, but one of my bosses thought I should have a tee-shirt anyway, so he made a point of looking for leftover tee-shirts from the no-shows at the conclusion of each event. They weren’t always my size, but he was just being nice, so on the Monday morning when I arrived to find a X small or 3X tee-shirt folded neatly on my chair, I graciously thanked him for thinking of me.
Long after the encounter with the stranger at the Park, I racked my brain trying to remember what “I survived ‘95” signified. What was the big crisis twenty years ago?
I concluded it must not have been too important if I couldn’t remember it today, so I decided not to waste any more time worrying about it. When I came home from my excursion, I took this photo of the tee-shirt and now vow to only wear it in the house going forward!
Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow – Swedish Proverb