Thursday, January 31, 2013

Poor Pour Pore

Ok, it's not that bad, but it feels like it is.  Middle-age acne has been worse than anything I had in adolescence.  Sometimes it feels like I'm oozing puss from every pore.  I keep trying different solutions and they work for a while and then there's some kind of allergic reaction and it's worse.  Evidently this is my body's last flourish and hope for reproducing, but I'll only have ink and paper babies from now on. 
I've considered makeup, but I feel like David in Saul's armor.  I gave up cosmetics after a summer in stage makeup, and I still prefer to meet people as I am.  There are times and places for such things, but not everyday.  So, everyday I wince, smear on the latest remedy, and go out. 
I've taken my appearance for granted.  I've been comfortable in my own skin, but previous to now, my skin was comfortable.  It's reminded me of others who have no choice about an upsetting appearance, they either live with our stares or stay home and skip living.  Hopefully this opportunity will make me more open to the brave souls around me.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

My Favorite Alien



His excellent sense of fashion and his amazing blue eyes aside, Griffin the Arcanian from MIB III is the best alien character ever invented. His ability to see many possible futures at once makes him fascinating, and his realistic compassion touches the heart.  I wish I had his gift.
When we have a family crisis around here--of the imminent spilled milk, personal injury, or destroyed property kind, my husband leaps into action.  I freeze.  I want to know that I truly understand the situation before I try something that might make it worse.  Generally his swift catch saves the day, but he's learned to respect my perspective.  Between the two of us we do the best that can be done most of the time.
Taking the long view means I have lots of time to second-guess my decisions, to reconsider even if they can't be changed.  My fascination with the optimal means I reexamine failures or less than optimal outcomes frequently to determine if there is a principle to be learned or a technique to be refined.  The upside is that when I do choose a plan it is unlikely to fail.  The downside is that I seldom think my plans are good enough to act on.
My forties seem like a good time to shake that up, to do a few things I'm not sure of.  I'm ready to make mistakes.  Mistakes are many things, but they are seldom the end of the world--unless K forgets to leave a tip.

Wednesday, January 09, 2013

Boomerang-Toomerang-Zoomerang!

I called my nook, X the Owl, and my iPad, Henrietta Pussycat because of their functions and their sharing of purse space.  Sharing Henrietta Pussycat with my children didn't work out, so when it was time to name another iPad, it had to be Lady Elaine Fairchilde.  She has always been my favorite character on the show, and iPad's are as magical as her boomerang and as crammed with treasure as the Museum-Go-Round.
Fred Rogers was one the most powerful forces in my childhood.  He gave me another measure for love that I wasn't getting anywhere else.  It wasn't that the other measures were false, but that the more ways you have to think about something as important as love, the more likely you are to truly understand it.  In the Neighborhood of Make-Believe, there wasn't one kind of love for the those who were behaving well and another kind for those who were behaving badly.  Good was still good and bad was still bad, but love is still love after all.  Disapproval was never allowed to suborn disrespect.  There was also a healthy understanding that dissent didn't mean disloyalty.  Sometimes things need to be shaken up.