Day 10: The Best Laid Schemes o’ Mice and Men…

Welcome to day ten of my “accepting the world” series. If you have no idea what i’m talking about, or if you want to catch up on the rest of the series, you can do so on its dedicated page here.

I admit, I had lofty goals for this series. I was inspired by Ross Gay’s experiment in seeing daily delights. But sometimes, “accepting the world” means accepting my own limitations. After all, “the best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men, gang aft agley,” as the immortal Robbie Burns said…

I’m sitting right now on a flight from JFK to Vegas. To type that sentence of only about ten words is to use language in its most limiting form. Because there are many hours of frustration, temptations, and even an abyss or two in that single sentence. Did I say that I was embarking on a hero’s journey? Oh dear. I had no idea.

It started with a funeral. Or rather, with me not making it to a funeral. My uncle died a few days ago, a real mountain of a man, a challenging, brilliant, and ultimately generous man with whom I had a complicated relationship. I will speak about him more in a future post, when I’ve had some time to think. His funeral coincided with my travel date, and so I drove my mother to the funeral, which was three hours away from our house.

On the way there, the lock on my car broke. When the mechanic came to unlock it, he couldn’t. When he finally managed it, the car went into freak-out mode, deciding it was being stolen. Nothing to do but tow it to the dealership.

I still made it to the end of the funeral. The church was packed, and everyone was weeping. Filled with positive memories of the man, I wanted to spend time unpacking them with my cousins, whom I haven’t seen in a long time. But I had to hurry to make my flight.

Then came NYC traffic, and I would have missed my flight. So I had to change it.

All that to say that when I had every intention of sharing something moving about mortality and culture, I will leave it to a different day. Sometimes, in the trials and temptations part of the hero’s journey, one must simply be a little silent and rest between trials.

So that’s what I will do. I will be back with something more substantial tomorrow.

Thank you for all your comments and your input. This has truly been a conversation, for which I am grateful.

One comment:

  1. May his memory be eternal!
    I lost a dear uncle this week, too, believe it or not. A good and godly man.

    And thank God for cousins, right? 🙂

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