I’ve Fallen A Day Behind

Yes, I’ve fallen a day behind.  Yesterday is gone and today is approaching noon and the sun will lower itself in the sky for evening to take the stage.  I cannot imagine how I lost the day.  This may the last time – the final moment in my conscious existence – that I mention “falling behind.”  I pledge to avoid even looking in that direction…  behind.  Oh, of course I’ll fall behind again.  But I’ve retired the harping chorus.  They’ve wanted a new assignment anyway. 

No need to berate oneself or to enter a confessional box where the listener is probably dozing off.

At this time yesterday, I was driving an acquaintance to a PEN Women’s holiday gathering. I met this gal in my local exercise class.  More of a stretch to remain stretchable session 3 times a week.  Hearing pop music from the 60’s and nearby decades is almost the best part – particularly on ‘triple threat’ Wednesday.  If a muscle is stretched while humming a cute song it just elongates better.

The festivities were held at a member’s home in Rockledge.  My stretching friend had nicely invited me to attend.  Perhaps I would like to join the local chapter of PEN (National League of PEN Women – creative women’s group). I’d only heard of the group.  I’m not much of a group joiner.

Well, my trusty cellphone app, Waze, provided turn-by-turn navigation which allowed my passenger to fill me in on fascinating periods of her life.  She is both mystery novel writer and watercolorist.  Quite a gal.

 I can barely remember how we got there but suddenly Waze announced that we’d arrived at our destination.

In times past, making such a drive, being at a gathering with unknown people, having to stay as long as the “friend” wanted – would’ve felt like being on a Rocky Ledge.  Less so this time.  Micro-inch by micro-inch I am comfortable with the predicament.  Solitude may be preferred but chit-chat is an amusing game of social Tiddlywinks. 

And to practice listening with attentive interest is good exercise in being human.

This artwork is by Lauri Burke.  See her bio page under ‘artists’ on the www.origamipoems.com site.