Walking in the Dark
Last night included folding of clean clothes, dishes, and planning of recipes for my sister's upcoming visit. After this fun-filled middle-of-the-night affair, I turn off all the lights because I think I need to kinder to the world and use less electricity and fumble my way through the hall back to bed. I start taking steps like I'm a concubine from China or something. My feet only spread apart 12 " inches per step. Why is it that when the lights out and it's dark that we cannot take regular-sized steps? I also lose all ability to walk with confidence simply because I cannot see what lies ahead in a house I've lived in and haven't changed the furniture around in for almost 8 years. We are so dependant on our sight senses that we are actually impaired!
So, I decide at 5:45 am, that I must practice and build up my ability to function better without seeing. I walk to Andy's old room. I forget that I moved the big square coffee table in there and now I have a lovely bruise on my left shin. I turn the corner to get the heck out of there and hit the wall. But, I am starting to get my night vision so I start to cheat. I maneuver into the living room, inching my way towards bed because I have determined that this is a pointless exercise and want to get some sleep. If I go blind, then I'll be like everyone else in this predicament and learn to walk without sight at that time. We never practice and do the things we should do until we have to:
Like saving money. Saving for a rainy day or when the Democrats get elected into office or when your company goes belly up. That's just the way life is...I guess....