Monday, September 6, 2010

Wait, what?

Sometimes I think I’m slipping.

Not that this is all that farfetched, really. “Razor-sharp” was never an adjective that people applied to me with abandon, particularly when referring to my ability to relate to my physical surroundings. I live in my head, and the material world and I have serious issues with one another. I’ve known this for a while and have long since given up trying to change it. It's part of what charm I possess.

But now and then I just have to wonder.

A while ago I noticed that the side of my nose was hurting, right about where my glasses rest. “Huh,” I thought. “That’s odd.”

A few days later it occurred to me that this situation had not changed. This inspired a moment of idle curiosity before being replaced with thoughts about less immediate things.

On Friday I decided to investigate and discovered that the pad had broken off my glasses and the metal end was resting directly on my nose. “Well,” I thought, “that certainly explains that.”

I’ve still not managed to get this situation corrected.

I understand the Coyote a lot better these days. I am sure that if I were in his place and the Roadrunner tricked me into running off a cliff, I don't think I would begin to fall into the canyon until I noticed either.

And, given that set-up, I might just make it all the way to the other side before that happened.

Go, me.

1 comment:

Katherine McKay said...

GET YOUR GLASSES FIXED!!