Tremors

Grandmother / Granddaughter - December 15, 2019

Between my wife’s endless hacking and my trembling hands dropping everything, we make a hell of a pair this morning. But as the morning progresses, the coughing has slowed and my hands feel a little more steady. A dear friend sent me a note asking how I was doing this morning. I told her in my usual jestful way I was about as unsteady as usual but doing well. It seems as I age the old reflexes aren’t as steady as they used to be.
 
I watched two episodes of two of my guilty pleasures last night, both dealing with entirely different but similar subjects about the human condition. One is an ensemble cast of doctors and nurses dealing with the endless crises faced in an ER. The other, the continuing raw adventures of a group of former high schoolers dealing with fantasy-like situations. Both may be over the top, but both offer a glimpse into the power and the desperation of the human mind.
 
It’s funny how our minds are never satisfied with the mundane glimpses of everyday life in our entertainment. Like, say, my obsession with soap operas and their over-the-top and drawn-out reactions to seemingly normal problems. But we are. Along with the explosions and endless gunfire, maybe they tell us a little about ourselves. About what it is we are willing to face in our own boring little lives. The morning tremors in our hands causing us to drop our lancet on the floor. Or the unending fear of how to pay the light bill.
 
Seeds are watered and a bitter harvest grows, and all we are left with are questions of “what if?”. But much like the actors acting their parts, we should focus on the now. And making it through the next breath, instead of obsessing about the next five-year plan. Life is usually a series of mundane events that hopefully carry us to our destination. Or at least a soft place to land when the tremors end.
 
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