Object Lesson

In this case, the object was a nifty new pair of sunglasses that I planned to wear on a bike ride in NYC.

I changed into my riding gear and was about half way to the train station when I realized that I didn't have them. I turned around, came home, and searched fruitlessly.

I petitioned St. Anthony any number of times. I looked high, low, and in-between. Pas de sunglasses.

Somewhere along the way, I realized that I was hot and sweaty and that the left side of my back was aching like nobody's business.

That's when I thought, maybe it's not such a good idea to try so hard to go on this ride.

Maybe what I need to do is stay at home and clean up my act. The trash in the kitchen. The crap in the living room. So much unnecessary junk that I hadn't been able to see. That's what St. Anthony helped me find - my sight, because I'd been blind to this mess for a very long time.

My back still hurts. I'm going to take some Aleve, crank down the A/C, and go out for breakfast. When I get home, I hope that my vision is persistent and that I can start to work on shoveling out all this junk that held me hostage this morning.

And I expect somewhere along the way, when it is very definitely past the last call to go into the city, I will find my sunglasses.