Flash Backs On An Ordinary Tuesday Morning
A few days ago on a sunny albeit windy Irish morning, I noticed that the sun was very high and the sky clear. If I am correct there was also a touch of humidity in the air that day, was it the weather or a particular Tuesday mood that triggered it who knows? Not for the first time I ended up thinking about people and where do they go on and about, why do they wear ants like uniforms and why are they so busy at avoiding as much as they can the interferences of their own existence. Yeah I was probably in one of those deep observation and thinking modes again, I had been aware that the old me had been thinking about the young me for the last few days so there should have been no surprises when I noticed that my perception captors were on high alert that particular morning. I saw, I heard, I felt, and I think I wrote
I saw a doctor that morning after dropping my kids at school, a bit run down by the events of the last few weeks and a long overdue check up made up a perfect pretext for a trip to the health centre. It was a locum on the day, a retired Spanish doctor who needed to understand the Irish system in relation to an African project of his. It turned out that he spoke French too and despite GP's following WHO guidelines he had a real continental way of conducting the examination. While he went thru various check up steps in French, my mind flew back to a French surgery .
In my early 20's anxiety had finally caught up with me, the result of years of avoidance had finally stamped a need to address some severe lack of sleep, dizziness, energy drops and the feeling of having gazillions of needles going thru my head. I was told I had spasmophilia, a non condition (in Ireland) for some GP's an affliction for others (in France). As a form of treatment, I was given Magnesium B2, it seemed to work the treat I was about to say work the trick as maybe my mind was only responsive to placebos :-) I was normally back on track very quickly.
But back to that current Tuesday morning, it seems that I am very fit according to Doctor Jose but none the less I have to get blood tests. Merci Docteur or should I say Muchas gracias
After the GP visit I headed to a local mall to get a cup of coffee and buy a few groceries. I heard somebody shouting at someone's else not too far from where I was parked. My eyes located the incident quickly. A white guy in his big SUV was abusing an Indian guy who could not get out of his car, the tone reached a point where I decided to get out of the car and ask if everything was alright.
The pale bloke was surprised by my intervention and probably out of frustration banged his door against the coloured man's vehicle. I reiterated my question and added that I would be happy to call the Garda nearest patrol would it help to settle the situation down. The trick worked and Majid, that was the name of the Indian chap, confirmed that as far as he was concerned the incident was closed. He then thanked me for my interposition.
After the incident and for reasons that I cannot put a finger on , I ended up remembering an episode of my childhood. I was waiting for my dad on the ground floor of an apartment complex where we lived at the time. Not always a pleasant wait it was, my father had the bad habit of skipping the family dinner for a liquid one at a local bar. More than once I had noticed that he had been drinking and driving back home.
That day I saw the familiar car making an attempt to park in front of me but there was the unusual silhouette of a man unknown to me sitting next to my father. I don't how , why or what triggered the altercation but I heard loud insults, an attempt to attack my dad and maybe a few punches were exchanged but finally the man ran away. My dad realising I had seen the whole thing enquired about me and how I was. As odd as it seems the event had sobered him up and the rest of the evening was spent on toxic levels not polluted by alcohol fumes.
The guy in the big SUV left the car park not without sending me a threatening look. I smiled.
Shaking off the bad taste resulting from the previous event, I reminded myself that the trip to the mall was part of the Tuesday's dinner plan. So off I went to the fishmonger station, I ordered salmon and white fish and my eyes got attracted by the big sword the man in charge was carrying in his holder. While he was taking the skin off the fishes and weighting them I was overwhelmed by a feeling of excitement and nostalgia, when was the last time I felt like that.
It was a big deal for me, I was 14 and older guys had taken me under their wings. They were not the cool bunch but there were not geeks either a bit nerdy but that was OK with me. I had been given permission to go to the cinema with them most Friday evenings, that particular end of week day despite being under age and the film being PG rated, they had decided to squeeze me in and get me a seat to watch the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
My adrenalin was pumped up to the max, I was apprehensive yet reassured, there was something exciting about all this maybe it was just being part of the gang. I got in and I...closed my eyes most part of the movie.
Do you need anything else with this? That's what the supermarket assistant said, no I am grand I answered with my best Irish twang.
I think I wrote
It was not even midday then when I got back home and I think I wrote. I think I wrote about life anchors and their resonance, if that was not the case I must admit my error but I am positive it was mostly about daily events sinking in the depths of an ordinary nostalgia liquor.
Hopefully one day in one of those rare moments of solidity the current me will be able to write about the future me.
In the meantime have a happy Tuesday :-)
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