Textured surfaces...

Some days my life feels very much like a textured surface. The individual pieces may fit together to form a moderately attractive picture, but taken individually it appears a bit disjointed.

Such as today. I began by rushing across town to an acute care appointment at the local military hospital. I ran to one clinic, stood in line and was then ushered to another floor for my actual appointment. Eventually, I saw a doctor I've never seen before, an elderly Indian woman whose total height reached somewhere around my waist. I just love feeling like a giantess...not.

She was the strong, silent, and stern type. But, I can't complain. She ordered up an antibiotic, a migraine medication and upped my blood pressure medicine without too much arguing. And, miracle of miracles, I only had to wait about five minutes to get them all filled at the pharmacy.

Then, I dashed back across town in the melting snow to the university and waited for a parking space. Once inside, I begin catching up with my boss and the duties that had already amassed for the day. I went from being #5397 at the hospital to being academic administrator and professor at the university. I'm not sure those two textiles go side by side.

Of course, there is also the "trying to get pregnant" textile located very closely to the "happy wife" textile. Linked to those are the textiles which fashion me into daughter, sister, friend, or foe.

The textiles of our lives often form complicated matrices...if we look closely enough to notice...