OK, I scared myself today.
I'm used to the lost agility that rides astride the twin horses of age and disability. Don't even think much about it. I've got my handy tool for picking things off the floor, I've lowered my expectations to well within reach, I'm good.
But I've always kind of prided myself at being mentally quite agile, I can fish for ideas from both sides of a stream, man, when it comes to being able to follow the fox, I'm almost lithe. Or so I thought. Until today.
This is our first real weekend in our new apartment. Last night we planned the day and had a list of three things we wanted to do, we put the list in order, we got up knowing what was going to happen and when it was going to happen. Then the cell rang. A friend was passing through town and wanted to drop in and visit, see the new apartment and catch up. Taken by surprise though I was, I cast aside our plans and agreed to the visit.
He'd be here in three hours.
So Joe and I had to pare the list down drastically. We managed to do so but then became completely discombobulated for the entire morning. We were like elderly versions of the Keystone Cops, our communication missed marks, our understanding of the day clashed, we tripped over each other as we went the same way differently. I actually found myself thinking ...
"I wish people would give us notice before just dropping in."
Um, three hours notice, and we were ASKED if it was ok.
Where was that mental flexibility of yore? Where was that guy who was good in the moment? Where was the guy who thought people who planned their weekends to the minute were kind of ... um ... anal?
No where near today.
But the visit came and went, we had a great time, ordered in some Chinese for lunch, chatted, yakked and gossiped. Then, an hour later, just after goodbyes. Joe said, "I need a nap."
I stayed up to watch television.
And fell asleep on the couch.