Sunday, November 4, 2012
Life, In Its Fullness
This is especially apparent in my current circumstance. Like most Long Islanders, I don't have electricity. Which means no heat and no hot water. It was fun and novel for 2-3 days, then the thrill wore off and life got hard. The temperature in my house is slowly descending; it's now in the mid-50's. Of course the refrigerator stopped working and everything in it is now spoiled.
The worst thing, I find, is not having hot water. Not having a shower for a week means you wake up feeling grungy and there's no way to improve that. Your hair sticks out sideways; your skin feels icky; and there's not enough cologne or perfume to mask your natural scent.
Fortunately, with the help of a fuzzy friend, that changed an hour ago. Alerted by my good pal, I learned the local YMCA just opened up and is offering free hot showers to anyone in the community. I rushed over and... OH MY GOD!!
Seriously, oh my God! I'm human again! I took a shower three times the length of normal, with blistering hot water. I scrubbed half of my skin off and now I'm lobster-red. My skin is terribly painful from the scrubbing but, damn it, I wasn't going to stop washing. Luckily, I was girly enough to bring lotion to soothe my burning skin after the shower.
Here's the funny part. In the midst of my personal little tragedy, there is some comedy. Like the pictures I posted yesterday show, with destruction there is life; with decay there is growth; with ugliness there is beauty. With tragedy, there is comedy.
Happily, nobody said anything. I'm sure several saw the sparkling toesies but were too flummoxed to vocalize their thoughts. Just as well, because I wasn't going to accept any crap in my pursuit of the Holy Grail.
Have you ever walked into a room of strangers knowing all eyes are on you?