I almost cried at brunch today. It almost happened right in front of a repeat customer (from the night before) wearing a tiara. She was on her way out to go show her husband a painting she’s loved for years and had just told me it was her birthday. The Lord was with us, and he said, “Ace is a good boy.”
The reason I almost cried is that I have been under a lot of stress lately. My sister is staying with me and I think a lot of the uncertainty in her life (in the midst of transition) has been rubbing off on me, making me more sensitive than usual. That’s not the whole reason. As a team we had just killed it. Everyone on brunch today pulled hard than I’ve ever seen, and as Captain I got emotional.
Earlier in the morning, the Lord gave me his beloved drug rug, which I have admired for years, and even bought a flannel shirt because I thought it looked like that ole drug rug. The drug rug was almost the hair on the camel’s back that made me cry in public, on a Sunday when everything felt right.
It was the first cold Sunday of autumn, and the drug rug will be crucial for the coming days in the cave, hibernating. When I returned home I parked the car and lingered a moment for a good song on the radio. The Pink Floyd played, “Free Four” from the soundtrack Obscured by Clouds. I stared out the windshield and watched God’s time pass.
advise your sister as you advised me when i started over after my fast-falling, shit-eating confused/dazed/depression post-relationship poopy pants:
Arthur: ‘oh sweetie, don’t worry about it! you’ll get used to it!’
Lady C: ‘but i’m old and this isn’t where i thought i’d end up and everything’s so chaotic, heavy and painful, also what will i….’
Arthur (cutting Lady C’s pathetic tirade short): ‘oh sweetie, things change. don’t freak out. welcome to life. let’s smoke and get iced coffee.’
keep going precious bear cub! you’ll find your way!
What?! What?! “God”‘s time?! Looky here Big Bear, what your world needs now is more strong atheism. So don’t go confusing the tourists.