GasToes
New word for a new day: Gastoes
Closed-toed shoes are my norm. It was a cool feeling, really. Then a smell. What’s on my…
How is this the first time? Surely, I’ve made this error before. Hmm, thought at my age all the interesting firsts had slown down. The ‘firsts’ experienced these days consist of medical concerns mostly, or little epiphanies of the past, nothing to pique the curiosity, merely annoyances. No, this isn’t a whiny rant on getting old.
Actually this morning’s mishap illuminated my new scope for imagination. A younger me would have been rather dismayed and in a hurry. Today, I take my time to ponder my new vantage. You are reading this because I ducked into the car for a Sharpie and wrote a poem about ‘firsts’ on a receipt.
Mishaps, mistakes, things that go wrong now have a new place. Adversity is a spotlight creeping across the proscenium to find me in another role on the apron. With a quick jump, I am now spectating, out in orchestra left marveling at my fresh self-alterations, until now, unnoticed. Glad I bought a ticket.