Feeling Out of Sync -- continued

I read this blurb on the internet the other day, "Did Miranda Kerr get a boob job?" Now that is a question born to put you out of sync with the world. Who is Miranda Kerr? and When did boob jobs become noteworthy? Maybe I could understand it if it was the Duchess of Cambridge or Meryl Streep, but who is Miranda Kerr?

Traffic puts me off, as does the price of gas, the price of movies, the price of Legos. About the only thing I'm not out of sync with anymore is friends and family. Not the friends and family discount coupon at the Gap either, but the real deal, sons, brothers, book club ladies, sisters.

I'm not stuck in the past, I don't want to go there, but I'm sure not current/modern either. I'm just modern enough to be in sync with cell phones and pedicures, otherwise I'm out in lulu lolly land. Out of sync emotionally, spiritually, medically, to some politically, work, entertainment, financially. Whoo boy!

I think partly it is age, getting to that invisible age. If it walks like an old lady and talks like an old lady it probably is an old lady. Partly it's personality, once a loner always a loner. Partly it's temperament; the things I see people get all hot and bothered over bewilders me.

A current pet peeve of many of the fellow human beings I am surrounded by is anger over people talking on their cell phones in public places; on the bus, in the elevator, in line, at the grocery store. How did this human interaction noise become so bothersome? If two people are standing next to you in line at the grocery store chatting you wouldn't give it a thought, but the idea/event/experience of one person on a cell phone and the other person not visible has become rude. How did that become hateful behavior whether on the bus, in the elevator, in line or at the grocery store?

I feel tethered to the world. I feel tethered to something bigger than me. I'm certainly tethered to my family. Tethered by a string like a balloon or a bobble head, the rest of me pretty much bounces and flops about out of sync. I don't feel bad particularly or depressed, just out of touch with the world. What I do know is it is right. I don't know how yet, but the internal struggle produces the exact right outcome.

The struggle without success. As humans we tag on the happy ending and call it a fairy tale, a myth. The dragon gets destroyed, Cinderella marries the Prince, the boy get the girl, the girl saves the farm, but the struggle is the truth. The day after day continuing to choose to live; to chop wood and carry water.

Does the ant get to become the queen? Does a bear experience elation at the top of the mountain or does it lumber forward to the next berry bush, the next honey tree? Do salmon swim up stream to Nirvana? Does a new blue Ford get us though the struggle. One step after another, one spoonful after another, one widget after another, one nights sleep after another, one heart beat after another, one cup of coffee after another puts us in sync -- I need to remember that.

I'm so in sync with coffee. If coffee will save, I am saved. If it kills, I am doomed.

I took Connor to Red Robin for dinner. Red Robin now serves their bottomless french fries in little round tins instead of a basket. Unbeknownst to me the little tin didn't have a bottom, so when I lifted the tin to move it french fries spilled everywhere. Later I asked the waiter for a refill and as he was walking away Connor calls after him, "And bring them in a bowl with a bottom for my Granny." The waiter brought them in a bowl with a bottom much to Connor's satisfaction. That is the very first time Connor ever looked out for his Granny.

I read a good book, finally, The Buddha in the Attic.
I saw a good movie, finally, About Time.

In sync or out have a satisfying day.