April 25, 2013

On the street outside of 1487 33rd Street

Brooklyn, NY 11234

One thing you should never do in life is give up the search for single gloves as you traverse the streets of your selected locale that you inhabit. Even when you are having a bad allergy day and your adenoids are swelled up to the size of boulders and they are pressing against those impacted wisdom teeth that  the dentist in 1976 said you should have removed. Even then. Even when you are debating internally inside your keppela whether you can risk taking a real life aspirin for the pain instead of those things that have come after aspirin and because you have a messed up stomach region you are supposed to take while you know that the only thing that will take care of the pain and the swelling is a real life aspirin. Even at those times you need to realize that you will find a single glove. You will. Join hands. Sing with me brothers and sisters.  "The the universe's love will help me find a glove!." 

Beth and I were walking home together from Brooklyn College because we can these days that I am no longer imprisoned at Queens College. Not that I would say a single bad word about the two delightful years I spend in the Office Of Compliance & Diversity Programs. No..not me. I am grateful that they took me on and siphoned me away from the real world into the universe of Academic time and space. Where imprecision is an art and each decision is as permanent as a sand castle.  So we were heading towards Liam's school. We had crossed the corner of Nostrand Avenue and King's Highway. Also known as the location on the planet that keeps body shops and accident lawyers in business. I was not kvetching about the pain. Instead I was mentioning the fact that I wasn't kvetching about the pain. When...holy sweater...there it was lying in the street. A right (or left) handed glove. It reminded me that there are more important things then self centered concentration on physical pain. No...there are projects to be done. 

This is actually a nice glove. Grey pattern against a sort of second rate store brand instant cocoa brown. No interior marking but a nice glove nonetheless. (Is nonethemore a word and should it be? Hands?) 

Nice to have caught up on the blog. I am enjoying this waste of time way too much.