Of Escalators and Wind Socks
When I was a little girl I loved escalators – they fascinated me – all those disappearing steps and then they would appear again. I thought it was magic. Even as a teenager and a bit wiser about machinery, I loved going up and down again and again. In fact, if memory serves, I got into a bit of trouble for deserting my school group to ride the escalator at Port Authority.
Now things are different. I’m petrified of escalators or at least the ones going down. With my lack of depth perception, it’s like stepping off a cliff. Therefore I avoid them at all cost. Except for yesterday. I was with someone who wasn’t aware of my depth perception issue and he whisked me to an escalator to head DOWN for coffee. There was no elevator of stairs. I mentioned to him that I had this condition, but unfortunately he was disappearing down the escalator and couldn’t help me.
For those of you that read my blogs you know I often imagine life as a sitcom, with me as Lucy. So I asked myself what would Lucy do? Well she probably would just slide down the banister, right? It took me a few seconds to discard that idea. Next best idea was to hang on to the top of the banister and wait for the opportunity to step down at the right time. And it worked. Afterwards I laughed to myself as I imagined what the people behind thought.
Later that same day, my husband and I took a rare break for lunch. We stopped at a lovely golf club and sat on the deck in the sun. It was a lovely day. The golf course was in great condition and I watched several people tee off although of course I never saw the ball. Across the pond I spotted what I thought was a dog although it was big enough to be a small cow. I asked my husband which it was and discovered that Rover was really a wind sock to deter the geese. This was so funny we couldn’t stop laughing. I’ve wanted a dog but now I’m afraid my husband is going to buy me a wind sock and tell me it’s a dog. He wouldn’t would he?
I know that some days these things might have bothered me or embarrassed me but really it’s just as easy to laugh and so much better for you.
Have a Lucy kind of day.