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Today's Daddy's Tiny Car is a return to the initial concept
of the blog -- an affordable fantasy removed from concerns of reality and
practicality, because, while a lot can happen in the blink of an eye, I'm
thinking a real '54 Jaguar probably isn't likely to show up in the near future
no matter how many times I work those eyelids.
Not that other things haven't occurred between blinks this
week -- I blink, ill placed words split my foundation sending emotional
tsunamis roaring over my shores, blink again, my middle son is running a fever
of 103 (he is fine now), and blink yet again and I'm on the phone listening to
the tinkling sound of stress fractures
spiderwebbing cracks throughout the emotional wellbeing of a friend and
hoping he's equipped with safety glass, because that window glass of the soul
is shattering.
This week was enough to make me want to keep my eyes shut
and let the world blink without me for awhile.
But the challenge and beauty of having children is of course
you need to keep your eyes open, because if you don't, you'll open them to find
the kids standing on the kitchen table flinging oatmeal at the ceiling fan.
So I've kept my eyes open, taken care of business (even if I
did skimp on yard work), read stories to the kids, cooked dinners, and overall
bucked up.
Nonetheless, in the deep dark when I can't tell if my eyes
are open or not, I'm taking a few moments to visualize this wonderful Jaguar (said to have been the
world's fastest standard production car at the time it was launched) while
listening to ELO and smelling the comforting odor of a strange-scented candle
in the other room (is it Fresh Bamboo?) -- a sensory concoction that might not
do much for anyone else, but is custom built by me to recharge my battery and
prepare me for a new day of blinking.
Come morning, my eyes and I will be ready.
Photo courtesy of Phil Pekarcik.
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