I ended up taking yesterday off, after realizing there would really be no problem fitting in my walk in Houston. The memorial service is at 11:00 on Saturday, I'll be in a hotel, and get up, I'm sure, at my usual 5:00 or 5:30 a.m. It will be a nice change of pace from what I'm sure you're tired of, and what I just got done with: walked Banks to St. Ed's, went around the campus, went around the track, this time populated by three people and one dog, so no off-leash, blah blah blah....
But get this! There was something really special about tonight's ordinary walk! Yesterday I was cleaning out my car, specifically the -- is it called the consule? Something like that? That compartment between the two front seats where you keep things like CDs, receipts, trash? I pulled everything out, and there it was....my long-lost ipod! I know I lost two of these over the past year, but here's where it gets weird. I SWEAR it's the same ipod that I put through the wash and found at the bottom of the washing machine. Even though it was totally broken -- I tested it again and again -- I couldn't bear to throw it away, because it still looked perfect. And that compartment is exactly the kind of place where I tend to keep things like that, things that serve no immediate purpose, but might very well come in handy down the road. And I charged it, and put in ear buds.....and it works! Perfectly!
If it is that ipod, and I really want to think that it is, it lends credence to my long-held philosophy that, if you set aside and ignore a problem long enough, it will resolve itself. That is my Type B, middle child way of looking at the world, and damned if it doesn't work half the time.
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