Day 41
I could be Noah. I have just about as many animals as he did – though what I’m lacking in variety I am making up in quantity. Well, almost.
For 40 days I’ve been writing this blog. FORTY DAYS (and forty nights) of sitting here (or elsewhere) – usually surrounded by little furry bodies – and typing as fast as my little fingers will go as my thoughts tumble out of my head. It is always amazing to me how my head can go 400 mph and my body about 3 mph. Why is my head not somewhere else? And yet I sometimes think it is.
Short term memory … it’s a nice thing. I don’t have much of it. I don’t know if it’s hormones or stress or residual effects from grief or that somehow those brain cells have left town … or if I’m too busy with other thoughts that whatever I’m doing “in the moment” is lost as I’m not really “there” to take whatever I’m doing all in: to collect that data, put into my brain’s memory bank and keep it. It’s disturbing to me. And I’m going through a lot of shampoo … (because I can’t remember if I already washed my hair when I’m in the shower!). And no, I’m not going to talk about being in the shower anymore. Well, not today.
Today I’m rambling. Letting my thoughts go wherever they please. It was a very spring-like day here … well, spring-like if you were in the midwest or Maryland or somewhere other than the Denver area. If you live here you know our spring-like days are sometimes very snowy. I’m glad we are having an atypical March (our snowiest month and so far not one snowflake). Spirits are higher … steps are springier … more people are smiling. It’s a good thing. Martha Stewart coined that phrase and as much as she annoys me – I like it. Because, well, some things just are a good thing.
Like turtles. And zip lock bags. And pink fluffy socks. And freshly washed sheets. And peach wine in a pretty wine glass. All good things.
I must still be tired from my trip to Kentucky cuz pink fluffy socks and a glass of peach wine while snuggling in freshly washed linens sounds really appealing to me. That would be a very good thing.
But I’m up here working … typing my fingers to the bone. Trying to figure out the next phase of my life, trying to figure out if I washed my hair twice or just once today, trying to remember what I went to Target for yesterday and came home with just dog food.
Which leads me back to thinking about the dogs and me being Noah. I love that movie Evan Almighty where Steve Carell is called on by God (Morgan Freeman) to be a modern day Noah. He builds an ark (with the help of all sorts of animals) … and it’s just cute. It’s one of those silly, feel-good movies I watch whenever it’s on.
At the end of the movie Mr. Freeman explains what the ark stands for … and it’s really quite lovely. One doesn’t need to have the resources to build an actual ark … nor the the animals to fill it (though come to my house and you’ll see that I’ve got a good start on things). However, anyone can be Noah in a way (with a virtual ark) … by employing, into their life, the simple act of ARK … Acts of Random Kindness.
And that takes me back to the blog on Day 30 … getting out of myself, reaching out more, making more of a difference. Yes, I think I’d like a real ark; I could get my animals (and more!) together and be more like Noah. But this way might be better and I can start now … and it won’t take me another forty days and forty nights.