My life is made up of small stuff. From all too fleeting moments of gracious, simple joy to seemingly unending moments of complex pain - They all are subject to the simplicity of smallness, the majesty of the mundane. Experienced, enjoyed or endured on the battlefield of my nature - their outcome is determined by my tactics. And, no matter what any one general plans, they will also decide my fate - the small stuff will become my big picture.
Here’s something small...
During my recent ordeal with idiopathic (a word doctors use that means “I have no freakin clue what causes it”) pain in my left wrist, I had to start wearing my watch on my right hand. A small detail but a big change - a half century turnaround. This little detail affected me in ways I could never imagine. Or maybe the effect was only in my mind - just my imagination. Maybe Sadness, Love, Joy, Despair, are all only make believe, only figments of my imagination. Maybe.
I have become accustomed to doing things a certain way, most of us have. After many years of trial and error I have discovered what works for me and what doesn’t. From the important life and marriage saving realization: THAT much alcohol does not make me feel THAT much better, to... “I’ll have my eggs over medium please and don’t forget to salt the grits while cooking - you sure look beautiful this morning.” I know what I like. I don’t like to drink to excess and I like for my grits to have flavor. I am not a control freak if I am only trying to control my own life.
“If you always wear a watch you never have to ask anyone for the time”
I have become accustomed to reading my watch from a certain point-of-view also, always wearing it on my left arm there for was looking from same angle always having the same viewpoint. And, unlike most things in my life I know for certain why wear it on my left arm.
Does wearing a watch make you a man?
Not if you’re a woman.
I still remember my first personal timepiece - My Dad, in what seemed like a rite of passage ceremony, bought it for me, and although I have no recollection of exactly when or were, I do recall him patiently instructing me that since I was right handed it was better to wear my new timepiece on my left - the hand that doesn’t get used the most. Made sense to me. Nearly everything my Dad said made sense to me. I’ve had many watches since that Baptism by time, yet I still hear my Dad’s voice... “the hand that doesn’t get used the most.” every time I buy a new one.
BACK TO NOW...
The entire experience of telling time was changed when I switched sides to make room for a wrist-brace. It looked different. It felt different. I had become so established in my point-of-view-point I couldn’t tell the difference between 9:30 or 12:45 : Four-Twenty or Five-After-One. My muscle memory has become so ingrained, and the paths in my brain so well worn, that six months later I am still having to adjust. The brace, along with most of the pain is gone, my arm for all intents and purposes has healed. But my Timex COLORTIME© watch stays on my right, my used the most hand. Why?
Why do I even wear a watch? I rarely have to be anywhere, much less anywhere on time. I use my I-Phone alarm to tell me when I need to take a pill, although my own crawling skin, low pressure front mentality, along with drool on my hardwood floor tells me with obvious accuracy. There is a clock in every room the house and my computer has the time always displayed. Why do I need a watch, especially a watch that I am wearing top-side-down, outside-in, a watch that tells time based on my awareness? - When I wake up look on my right wrist and believe it to be 6:15 when the actual tine is 3:00 my body - mind - soul believe it too. I believe it is time to wake up after a full nights sleep that has rendered me refreshed, rejuvenated and relaxed. Once you have fooled your body there is a strict no return policy. So Virginia, I have changed time again, yes - there is a Santa Clause.
I wear my $35 watch because of that ability, that ability to teach me that time is not time sensitive, time is only time, a name given to idea that had no name like Joy or Love or God. Items that compose the bulk of my existence but yet themselves do not exist in any measurable form - Items that are only ideas, ideas that I have been given the charge to experience. My bassackwards Timex reminds me of my gift of awareness. It reminds me that the greatest gift God has given to me is the ability to comprehend a God. And with that comes the ability to comprehend - to fear or to enjoy all of the other unnamed wonders of my sacred humanity.
A PIECE OF KAKe
Lagniappe - A French Creole word meaning a little something extra - like the 13th donut in a baker’s dozen. I have expanded the meaning for use in my Andyverse. Where one size never fits all.
I call the extra sleep I sometimes get in addition to my usual 3 to 4 hours a day Desert Sleep© sweet - delicious. Something extra - something spatial - A PIECE OF KAKe...
I now - thanks to John Quinta - my personal reflexologist, muse and garden consultant -have a new word for those elusive moments of non-parkinsonium reality.
LAGNIAPPE - Pronounced - LAN yap
“I am living in the nostalgia of my future.”
The Quote above has nothing to do with the picture of a painting by your truly preceding it, and the picture has nothing to do with the quote. They are not vexed with each other - they have only never met.
Love , Andy
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\