Sunday, February 12, 2012
Pre-Event, Post-Event, and the Event Itself
After the Giants won, New York held a ticker-tape parade. The parade starts in Battery Park, and then travels up Broadway to City Hall, where the Giants are bestowed keys to the city.
Keys to the city. I cannot tell you how much I want to be given keys to the city. It doesn't even have to be New York. It can be any city. I will take keys to any city.
Keys to the city and eating lunch in Olympic Village. Two large but possibly attainable goals. (Just as a note, I don't imagine I'll be eating in Olympic Village as an Olympian, simply as a guest. I'm optimistic, but not delusional.)
You know when something significant happens in your life, and you start to see things in terms of "pre" that event and "post" the event? That's how I see this photos. I look at them and think, how was I to know in a few short hours I would be puking my guts out? I was so young, so innocent.
This week I'm on the hunt for an osteopath, because Edie has broken my hand. I mean, sort of. I have this pain from my right thumb down the length of my arm that flares up sharply when I pick her up and keeps getting worse. I have, embarrassingly, heard it called "mother's thumb", which, in coolness terms, is about as good as contracting nursemaid's elbow (a real thing).
I tried to lay out my case to her tonight and evoke a little sympathy, but she just kind of stared at me, so I gave up and laid down next to her on the bed and sang a stirring medley of songs from Les Miserables.