DayDreamer

At my eight grade graduation, my teacher wrote a poem and in it, she described her students. She had a little quip about each one of us- the diva, the scholar, the drama queen, the comic, etc. I couldn’t wait to see what she would say about me. I was so disappointed when she called me the “daydreamer”. I was the little girl who had a “window seat”- a desk chair by the window. Since I got good grades and I was a good student, I was priveleged to be in the row next to the large windows on the 3rd floor that overlooked the street below. She was right about me though. I was bored so I would look out the window at the cars and the sky and the trees and day dream about the people outside while I was indoors. What were they doing all day and what were their lives like? Will I ever get to be one of those people driving my car around or walking outside while everyone worked or studied?
I thought similar things as an adult looking out the window over my desk and computer. It was a beautiful day and I was working and when I took lunch outdoors and saw people passing by, I would wonder what their lives where like.
Now that I am semi-retired, I am one of those people who shop and run errands and go to the gym, and I peer inside the office buildings and shops and think of the people working and what their lives are like. But I don’t have to wonder, I know because I worked in a shop before and an office.
The middle of the day has a “quiet storm” to it of stay-at-home moms, elderly, disabled people, young people out of school and such. It is a much slower pace yet you can see the earnestness in all of us as we continue to wind down our to-do list. However, our tasks are just as meaningful as others, since food needs to be bought and clothes need to fit and cars need to be repaired, and the dog needs to be walked, and babies need to be held just as much as retirement plans need to be calculated and medical plans need to be analyzed. Yet our society holds one over the other to a much greater value.
I visited a friend who just came out of surgery and as they wheeled her out of post-op and into her private room, I noticed she got a “window seat”. I made sure the blinds were open so that she could see out. As she clutched her morphine push, I bid her goodnight and sweet dreams.
PS- Glad you are doing well, Annette!
To my dear Darlene Sensei- Glad to hear of your remission. I miss your presence at Tassajara.

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