getting closure

I tend to hold on.

Sometimes, too tightly.

And in a moment where control, any control, is a darting fly, daggering here and there, unpredictable.

so much is beyond us

But, what is not beyond us, today, is a morning trip to the park.

We meander towards the entrance. All is in order, under control.

And then I spot the two employees, out of place, chatting, a four-legged sandwich board sandwiched between, making a four-legged sandwich.

Park closed

We apologize for any inconvenience

I am chuffed.

THIS IS INCONVENIENT

I want to say to them, as perhaps I raise a fist, in a sweeping gesture befitting a noble gentleman.

I SHALL BE WRITING A STRONGLY-WORDED LETTER TO YOUR SUPERIORS

But I don’t.

Instead I smile and wave. From a distance, of course.

This was to be the respite, the one place, the source and space for sanity.

But these are unusual, challenging times.

Sanity is at a premium.

We turn around and head back, and I attempt to make the best of it. Luckily, the boys are unfazed, like this pandemic thing is just another way to pay homage to Plastic Man

It’s okay Papa. We can be flexible.

As I get older, I fear that I am becoming less so. My joints creak, I’m not nimble, my energy fades faster. I can’t bend like I used to. And I used to not bend much.

I tend to hold on.

But the lads have my back, today.

We wander down the road and Rhino suggests stopping at a patch of grass just off the now-shuttered golf course. We kick the ball back and forth a couple times when the course truck slowly pulls up.

Hey guys, sorry, course is closed.

IT’S OKAY, WE DON’T WANT TO GOLF

I want to yell, with a flourish.

AND I AM NOW GOING TO PEN A STERNLY-WORDED MISSIVE TO YOUR OVERSEER

But, instead. I take a breath and consider the circumstances. This random and good natured fella doesn’t mean to ruin our fun

And there’s something bigger at play

So.

We pick up the ball. Wish him good health, with a nod. Look up at the sky. And practice

letting go

Published by Radutti

Teaching in Ha Noi, screwing things up daily but surviving to write about it. ...everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?

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4 Comments

  1. “I tend to hold on.”
    This line seemed to be the center of your post … and I appreciated how you brought us into the scenes, into your mind, the flexible brushing up against the inflexible … and the voices of the boys, as a bit of grounding.
    Kevin

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  2. And in a moment where control, any control, is a darting fly, daggering here and there, unpredictable.
    That sums up life as we know it in these extraordinary days. Keep breathing, this too shall pass.

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