Nine twenty.
I’ll be calling my sister at ten o’clock. It’s just a cloudy December morning, a little above freezing, and not much to do. I’ve been to the store already and seen nothing special, except that a customer may have employed a trick to get a free drink. My first reaction was not cynicism; it came only afterwards. My brother would’ve suspected foul play immediately, because it takes a cheater to know one. Not a very kind observation of my brother, but he was never very kind to me either. The constant cloudiness every day suggests a moral vagueness that pervades everyplace, disturbing at holiday time. You want to believe in human goodness, yet an honest person can’t belie what she sees and hears. I didn’t get a chance to ask Lisa if she was having a good day. I watched her as she ran two credit cards and had to decline them both, frowning and saying no. The card slider made a menacing beep each time. Probably Lisa was thinking like my brother when the next customer stepped in and offered to pay it. On my way home, I thought about the ways people learn to survive in society. Is it fair to say that some people are scavengers? I feel like one of those myself, though I wouldn’t mind being like a crow for a day. I knew a peer in high school who hated seagulls. His attitudes came from his dad, I expect. He later became an alcoholic, or anyway he got drunk at the reunion 13 years ago. I didn’t go.
Ten twenty.
I really need something to lighten up. I read what I wrote above and saw darkness and despair. Is everyone so unhappy today? Maybe it’s just one of those days. Or maybe I should shop at a different store. But it’d sure be nice to see the sun for a change. Lighting the candles to watch for Messiah doesn’t really compensate for the dismal weather in winter. Let the light banish darkness; but there’s no substitute for the real sunshine.