It Is Written
Thursday, October 24, 2013
I sit here with the word "DENTIST" written on my hand in eyeliner pen.
Yes, last night as I wiped off the little bit of makeup I wear, I had a sudden fear that with all the infinitesimal things I have to remember (Thursday is garbage day) I would forget about my dentist appointment.
So, because I was thinking about it, I grabbed my eyeliner pen and wrote on my hand.
You'd maybe think that was a sign of aging, but I used to write on my hand all the time in high school and university. I kept a pocket diary for all my tests, interviews, midterms, and due dates. No electronic devices back then -- we didn't even have desktop computers to write our papers with. Well, most people didn't. I had access to DH's assembled-from-a-kit Apple II that he had inherited from his older brother. It was sort of like a typewriter in a plywood frame. Very primitive, but almost "bleeding edge" at the time.
Oh god, don't let me start reminiscing.
The garbage is sitting on the curb waiting to be picked up. I am sitting at my Apple desktop computer (a couple of years old, "trailing edge" at best), drinking a Starbucks Chai Latte (no gym this morning -- going to Step class tonight) and thinking about the past while the future awaits: dentist appointment in two hours.
My destiny is written on my hand.
UPDATE: Have to go back to replace a filling.