The twisted bad dreams certainly didn’t help. They weren’t the usual nightmares, with the obvious fears and the inability to run; they were really twisted combinations of fears. This made for a fine if slightly unsettled morning, meaning I was late as I was…
Driving down Rt. 2, the forest of left-merging brake lights ahead of me made me question my sanity: could it still be Friday? Traffic is only like this at rush hour, and I was pretty sure today was Saturday… Oh, I see. An accident – one that just happened, judging from how quickly the brake lights appeared, and from the wide swath of ex-car parts littering the roadway, and the dazed look as people got out of their now ex-car.
Are we predestined to wonder about fate at moments like that; thinking that if I hadn’t had bad dreams, I might have been on the highway just 30 seconds earlier? Or is it free will that makes us wonder what parts of life we choose to do versus which parts are done to us.
In any case, the day got a lot better as we took a family drive in the beautiful weather, shopping in Nashua. We browsed all the applicable models, checking out each one – it was quite the surreal showroom with all the models standing side by side, in the back room, and even in a basement room. After serious comparisons back and forth, we finally made a decision to buy right then and there.
I bought a piano!
Now while piano purchases aren’t an everyday occurrence, it may not seem that strange – but, oh, it certainly is! I have almost zero musical ability, and while part of my vague “you’ve won a billion dollars” fantasy includes a piano somewhere in the mansion, I certainly can’t play at all, and never could have imagined actually having a piano. But we have a daughter who is pretty good, and more to the point is motivated to practice with the true piano feel (it’s a Yamaha B3), an improvement over the electric keyboard she’s used for years. Of course, now the question is, where the heck will it fit in our small house (and what will the cats think of it?)
In any case, it was quite the strange lunch out afterwards, treating to a Bloomin’ Onion, with the handwritten receipt for a somewhat large purchase price for a piano – a piano!- sitting with us.
In any case, bear with me for a moment, and revel in us enjoying the odd feeling of having just bought a piano: a good day to be sure, but a little strange. We arrive home, and start planning where the piano will go, as we also enjoy our mostly clean living room rug. See, my wife treated me as an early birthday present to a little robotic vacuum, which we had left to run while we were out.
It will be nice to keep the cat hair down with less effort, although it has only done part of the living room so far, it seems, and…
Uh, where is the vacuum?
No, seriously: where is the robot vacuum that was RIGHT HERE WHEN WE LEFT? You did leave it on, right? Yes, it started right there, and it’s not here – not in the kitchen – door is closed, couldn’t have gone down the stairs…
“I for one, welcome our new robotic overlords.”
P.S. it had gotten stuck under the back of the couch, when an errant sheet of tissue paper got folded up over it’s sensors. It’s working fine now, and it’s staying right where it’s put.
I think it might be watching me.