The indignities are softened by the unexpected. The unexpected sometimes hurts so much that we all shake for hours. The kitchen still burps over breakfast with the unexpected and unwanted oatmeal showing up on alternate mornings.
On my tiny and far away television, the world still turns and our sexist preditor mayor is still mayor. Here in the SNURF, cries for help echo out into the night darkness, three repeating, beautiful Japanese tones mean someone is trying to leave in their motorized chair when they are not supposed to, and I worry about my room mate who sleeps now all the time.
The crow family flies by just when I’m asked to replicated a pattern of hearts and dots in felt. Little bits of abstraction stir up the indignities and the unexpected. Laughter puts it all in perspective.