Last Monday I sat waiting in my podiatrist’s office for his nurse to take an impression of my feet for a new set of inserts for my shoes. I have cuboid bones that randomly like to “relocate”, launching parties of misalignment, inviting my knees and sacrum to go rogue and join in the fun. Needless to say, my visits to the podiatrist (though wonderfully philosophical) are serious and necessary. So, on this day, I was expecting a rather scientific procedure coming my way when in walked the doc’s nurse waving hot pink rubber gloves in the air which matched none of her attire and, therefore, seemed incongruous and rather hilarious.
It wasn’t long before I could see how perfectly they suited her persona because she immediately launched into a vaudeville routine as she began the work of preparing me for the impression. As she delightfully performed for her audience of one, she made a point of warning me that the black elastic bands she was about to use to secure my plaster booties have been known on occasion to boomerang off the walls. As if to highlight their adventurous nature, the black cords sported a blue bauble on them and I was struck by how prettily they accented the hot pink gloves even while I could hardly keep from laughing as every comment she made seemed to outdo the humor of the previous retort.
Now, mind you, I was supposed to be sitting still and relaxing during this procedure and this was no easy task since the doc’s nurse was so funny and entertaining. After she finished her work on my feet, she ceremoniously took an elegant Shakespearean bow at the doorway and invited the doc back into the room, announcing him as the next act with an excellent vaudeville-worthy introduction.
OMG, I thought...what great fun this was! The energy...the delight...the unexpectedness of it all. I found myself wishing I could program my entire day in this exhilarating vibration and then wondered...why not? Of course I could do this. The routine performance of our daily tasks usually feels like punching a notch on our to-do belt. You know...that heavy belt that grows more cumbersome as the day progresses.
Where are our hot pink rubber gloves? Our boomeranging black elastic bands? Our Shakespearean bows? The FLOURISH of our imagination?
Tomorrow I awake with a new Shakespearean mantra:
The game’s afoot. Let us have pomp and circumstance!
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