(And this without even getting into the stock market's demise. Yuck. Don't anyone say "2008" to me. Ever again.)
A bustling Boston is especially odd for a random Thursday in August before the college students return. I've rarely felt the uncertainty biking city streets the way I did today, both morning commute and crossing downtown just before noon for a doctor's appointment. It was relentless ...
....day-camp teenagers in matching t-shirts, crossing en masse against lights.As I dodged and dodged and dodged, I forced my brain to repeat the mantra, "Be the island of calm in the midst of chaos. Be the island of calm in the midst of chaos."
.... a beer-delivery truck double-parked behind a bottled-water delivery truck double-parked behind an MBTA van discharging passengers double-parked behind a UPS truck double-parked behind a ....
.... Duck Boats doing 40 mph down the one-lane cow path known as School Street.
.... tourists, tourists, tourists in packs in pairs on steps on corners in jaywalking mode.
.... if a corner had room for a jackhammer, utility truck and police detail, it had all 3.
.... if a block was solid with cars, it had an ambulance stuck at the back of it.
Could this be my new Zenness from 8 weeks of BHI class, completed last night? Might that be why, at my doctor's office, the blood-pressure tech commented on my 90/40 reading with, "Hm, a bit low."
Cool. And weird.
Speaking of, you might recall my Self-Portrait from the start of things; here is the post-course attempt:
|(Let's all agree 1:05 is an improvement....)|
So for the record, I DID make more toned legs .... and shoulders and arms.
Evidently my blood pressure was low enough -- yesterday too -- that I didn't press hard enough with my apricot-colored crayon.
A girl could have worse problems.