The events of my life often don’t make sense to me. Life feels precariously balanced on the knife-edge… and at moments of synchronisity, it can be jarring, and yet reaffirming. My mind reels at those moments. Last night was one of those moments.
Last week was spent on the road and in the air. Travel, speeding tickets, adventure, debauchery, relaxation… weather related interruption, more travel… generally bouncing from place to place. Other people’s homes. Other people’s beds. Other people’s lives, intersected… interspersed with my own.
It was a blast, yet I was happy to head home and get back to some sense of regularity and back to business. Whatever vague and (for the moment) unmentionable business that may be… I was quite eager to make it happen.
At the terminal in Las Vegas, waiting for the lay-over to subside, I’d had a conversation with my travelling companion about the sources of our mutual possessions. Clothes, bags, gadgets… who had provided them, and where they’d been purchased. We decided that we were both pretty good at accumulating things people had gifted to us.
After a ride home from the airport, and a brief rendezvous with some friends, I was eager to take a shower and hit the bed. My ride home from the airport left. And the wonderful woman who watched the house for us while we were galavanting across the continent, she had just departed. And I looked across the living room and noticed a mystery box sitting on the table near the door. The house-sitting friend hadn’t mentioned any packages… it was just sitting there.
And then it hit me… I wasn’t expecting anything to arrive. I wasn’t warned that anything was being sent. Then I walked/ran/sprinted to the table across the room. When I arrived at the box, and gave it a heft… my heart dropped a bit. It wasn’t quite light enough to be what I had hoped. It was too large to be a 2.2 pound game-changer. It was clearly more tethered to the earth, than the sort of cloud-beast that I was thinking. But I opened it anyway.
One cut, down the center, of the plain brown box. One lift, of the lid, to allow a peak at the contents. There it was… my brand new CR48 :)