The little things
add up. They are everything, adding up to the profound.
I just did ordinary
things. I did my workout. I showered at the club. I sorted some of
my mother's possessions, packing some sewing things to take to Colorado.
There were many pins and needles and needle threaders. Some of the
needles were in decades old needle folders.
I had to move aside
one of the last projects my mother did in her project and sewing room.
There was an e-mail with the instructions about a March 2002 meeting
of a club of miniaturists that she'd joined. It mentioned that the
April meeting would be at Dixie Ball's house. But it never happened.
She didn't feel up to it. Threads, intended to simulate strings, never
got attached to this guitar. It's a little thing and yet it tugs at
me somehow.
My dad and I cast
a vote in Austin's runoff for one place on the City Council. We won't
be in town when the election happens. We went to a grocery store near
his house and voted. Just a couple of votes, what could it matter?
Small things turn big wheels sometimes.
I went to Whole
Foods in the afternoon. They were giving away free organic bananas.
I had one. I noticed that someone had dropped a peel on the floor.
I picked it up. One would hate for someone to trip on the proverbial
banana peel, huh? They were also giving away tastes of a Savoy wine
and a Pont L'Evêque cheese. (I knew I liked this but I tasted
anyway.) I tasted the sample bread, too. I actually bought organic
bananas, the wine and the cheese.
I boiled eggs,
washed clothes, chopped food for salads and for dipping. I arranged
a buffet for my friends. Small gestures.
We watched the
UT women's softball team win by one run. A double, a steal and sprint
for home. Small things loom large.
Every little thing
seems insignificant but they make up our reality, woven and patched
into what we really are.
Friday,
May 23,
2003
JUST
TYPING
