Going Crazy

And so we learn, even through sadness, life goes on. There are angels that calm us, friends that salvage our spirit, and idiots that still irritate the living daylights out of us. Life is often just a quandary of misfires.
 
But in moving forward, we take a minute, breathe, pray for strength, and find comfort in all that is good.
 
Well, except for the numbnut on their cell phone that sped past me this morning going at least 55 in a 30-mph zone. And the moron that floored it on a yellow light to blatantly run a red light just to save what? One minute, maybe two? Just once, I would like to be on the road and praise every driver in my peripheral vision. Hey, a girl’s got to dream, right?
 
But I need to give it up today. The shattering emptiness in this house without my pup is deafening. I need to somehow find clarity in the healing power of silence.
 
I can suddenly hear a subtle rattle coming from my furnace. There is music blaring from a truck parked across the street with its door open. And when the thermostat halts the heat, and the quiet ravages my soul, there is an ever-so-bothersome buzz in my ear. Where did that come from?
 
Oh, isn’t that delightful? Tinnitus. Yet another symptom “especially common in older adults” (says an equally annoying internet search). As miraculous as he is, our Master Designer truly missed the mark when applying physical attributes to the aging population. 
 
And wham, just like that, I am transported to a Mork and Mindy storyline. If the 1978-1982 Robin Williams sitcom is out of your wheelhouse, I am sure it can be found somewhere in Streamland (oooh, that sounds like a future online destination. Should I patent it?).
 
Now, where was I? Oh yes – back to Mork and Mindy – there was a ridiculously hilarious episode where Mork became the impregnated partner, hatched an enormous egg, and out popped Baby Mearth, the size of a full-grown human. And throughout the storyline, we learn that Orkans (aliens from the Planet Ork) age backward. What a concept – to become a carefree child in our elder years.
 
And now I am a hungry elder with an annoying buzz in her ear. Or does it sound like crickets? My thoughts are just all over the place. And even worse, I am a hungry elder with an annoying buzz in her ear talking to herself! I never felt crazy when I was sharing these thoughts with Seeker.
 
Wait – I think I just heard a faint dog bark. No, really. I heard it. Maybe this is Seeker’s way of telling me to lighten up.
 
And I smile. It would be something he would do. Whenever I was under the weather, he was always right beside me, head resting on my feet. So maybe I am not going crazy after all. Ah, but that is fodder for yet another rant.
 

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