We spent all weekend exploring tiny pockets of forests and parks. I expressed mock surprise at not seeing Shinto shrines in any of them. There were a lot of dogs; I had forgotten how everyone in America has a giant dog, which makes me not want to sit on the grass. I also forgot how everyone in America assumes you love their giant dog, and even when you might be reading quietly at a picnic table in the shade, you might not be a huge fan of said giant dog running leashless up to you, slobbering and nosing at one’s book. If you look mildly irritated, the owner always looks at you just like you punched a baby.
Today I had a doctor’s appointment, being the human equivalent of a car that hasn’t gotten an oil change for…years. Bad analogy. Anyway, I ended up flummoxed by a surprise EKG, a surprise tetanus booster and a flu shot. The bloodwork was not a surprise, but standing shaky, nauseated at the checkout counter at the end, it was all I could do not to keel over. I also have weird moles, joy of joys, that now I need to have evaluated. I’ve always had weird moles; it is part of my hideousness; they are all over my face since forever and not at all charming.
So I am mortal after all and not a disembodied mind. Not yet, anyway.
I am also fighting a loosing battle against hipsterism. I am not sure what the word means anymore, but I don’t do anything insincerely. And yet I find myself frowning outside a bar I used to go to that is now popular among a certain crowd, and wondering how I used to go there. I swear I wore TOMS before they were popular. I just don’t know any more.