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.

1 comment:

  1. It is a real thing.
    Ben had "Mothers Thumb".
    or I suppose, in his case, "Father's Thumb".

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