Four and Twenty
January 6, 2011 in Reflections
When she goes down to the parking lot to smoke a cigarette, a huge black bumblebee comes to hover over her lidless coffee cup, then veers straight at her face and she steps back fast out of its way. It’s flying in frantic circles, and its wingspan seems larger than normal. It lacks that pudgy baby look of the usual big black bumblebee, so much so that she begins to think maybe it isn’t a bee at all, but an impossibly tiny hummingbird, or maybe an even more impossibly tiny blackbird.

I wish I were writing this as I was sitting in a spa in Costa Rica sipping some fruity concoction after my seaweed wrap – waiting for my sliced papaya – while Lupe gives me reflexology and Juan Carlos rubs my shoulders. Oh, if it were only about my skin or my weight. Actually, I have been staying close to home (which is full of cat hair and crap Mr. Hagen & I never seem to throw out in a freezing January) detoxing from DRUGS!
Now that I have a few minutes to myself – I have to iron some curtains, you see, and that takes me forever – I just had a momentary reminder of watching the big plane take off yesterday when I read the comments on the post about me watching the big plane take off. The big plane certainly did take off, and it looked quite graceful doing it. But I find today seems to be much the same as always. The joy of watching the big plane take off was short-lived.