Remember that part in Indiana Jones, where he’s being dragged behind the truck, through gravelly road, hanging on by his whip?
Harrison Ford actually did that stunt, although he was given extra clothing and they pre-dug a ditch for him to “ride” in. Somehow gravel down the front of your shirt at however many miles per hour doesn’t sound like a good idea, though.
I feel like that lately. Halloween came and went way too quickly, and I am inundated with Christmas decorations throughout Target and any other retail outlet (except, comfortingly, Trader Joes). Folks, it’s not even Thanksgiving yet.
At work, the machine is inexorably charging to the end of the year, an amalgamation of metrics, goals, initiatives, and projects, culminating in an end-of-year event in Las Vegas in which I must present (both personally and professionally). At school, the first progress reports have come out but the schooling gets harder, the volume of new things increases and the personal responsibility the boy must have increases — making the winter break a fantastical respite not only for the holidays (for he celebrates both Hanukkah and Christmas) but for the break from seven hours of daily seating and applying oneself. At home, we are contending with the recent passing of a beloved grand (and great grand)mother as well as the imminent passing of the family pooch; it’s very unlikely she’ll make it to her 10th birthday (Christmas Eve).
Let’s not even get into my sporadic ability to get to the gym — four times last week, but it’s becoming a real project to get it in this week.
I’m attempting to slow down the truck — or at least add speed bumps — by putting new and interesting things here and there. For example, Thursday evening I am going to the Pacific Northwest Ballet to see the All Tharp programme. I have no idea if I’ll like it, the idea hit while listening to Twyla Tharp being interviewed on KUOW’s Weekday with Marcie Sillman. I have a front-row, far right of stage seat. I will be able to see the dancers up close and personally, but at a hyper angle.
I’ve gone through my annual list of things I planned to do and learn this year — I still do not know how to drive a stick shift, I still do not know how to ski or snowboard (I think I’ll change that to snowshoeing or cross-country ski). I’m not sure if adding these things is going to slow the wagon down enough for me to get on, or speed it up so I fall off.
Either way, I will still be contending with accelerated gravel a bit longer.
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Maybe the truck will slow down and stop for tacos or something. Of course, it is better to be dragged along behind than to be thrown out in front and fear being run over. Is the glass half full or half empty? It’s three parts per million mercury…