It's a weird day at the tail end of a very weird winter. (Weird? This winter sucked.)
Right now it's 70 F. They say there will be thunderstorms and wind. The temperature will plummet to the teens or lower 20s in the wake of the front headed our way. By tomorrow morning, we Washingtonians will be wearing long underwear - again!
A dramatic change in the weather brings along with it some sturm und drang. It just does.
I woke up moody, of course. I wasn't the only one. On my way downtown to pick up my new glasses, people were shouting, mumbling - to themselves, into their phones, at each other. People were glowering. They were stumbling, too, lurching almost. It was intense and a little scary, but I kept my head down and my eyes on the prize: my new glasses. But, as it turned out, I couldn't see through my new glasses. I was seeing double, couldn't read - it was unnerving how bad they were.
It was kind of a shock since I went this time to a real eye doctor as opposed to the places I usually go: shops that sell groovy frames and, oh yeah, they'll check your vision, too. I was so excited during the exam because this doc told me things about my vision I had never heard before. He talked to me extensively about the ways I use my eyes. I was so jazzed. He wanted to help me see more easily, with less strain, he said. But the result of his strategy was a disaster! How bizarre.
I have to go back so they can take measurements and reassess what went wrong, then reorder the glasses. They're so nice, and I've been nice, too. I would love to be the easiest patient. I would love to be a no problem patient. Unfortunately I'm turning out to be one of those pain-in-the-ass patients they hope will go away, never to return. I could see it in their faces. Oh dear.
I tried to run a number of other errands on my way home. One store I hoped to visit was closed and shuttered. Another didn't have what I needed, that sort of thing. I ended up stopping at a liquor store where I bought vodka and vermouth. After work tonight, I'm thinking a rather large martini is in order.
My calling as a shaman is to dance in alignment with the energies afoot. On an unsettled weather day like today, what do I expect? Of course everything I attempted to do came to a dead end, of course the crazies were out, cursing and shouting.
Back in the day, a series of frustrating dead ends would have me beside myself with frustration. This is really the greatest blessing of being in my sixties. In the grand scheme of things, today was nothing. An annoying day. Who cares?
After work, I'll watch a Bette Davis movie, drink a martini. The weather will come through. I will turn up the heat and say a prayer of gratitude for living in a warm, cozy, beautiful apartment, for being old enough to remember that days like this end just like wonderful days.
Life is good and I am grateful. Shalom.