I Won’t Mind if you laugh

So there I was, just a few minutes ago, lying on my back on the bathroom floor trying to get a drop stopper out of my bathroom sink. Seems I had leaned on my nail clipper and the connector gadget had gone down the drain. So I had rushed to Google and saw how to remove the drop plug, but it took me 20 minutes to get up off the bathroom floor after the first step. Then the directions said I was supposed to remove the plug and then go back underneath and re-connect. That’s when I ran for my website to tell you all about it and get a chance to use one of my “awful” photos,.

About Nan Mykel

I used to think I would be a child prodigy, but then I got old. Formerly I had fantasies of rubbing elbows with cultural and academic leaders but that did not come to pass because I did not become a cultural or academic leader or any other kind of leader, for that matter. I am not even an "Alpha Dog," a term learned from a friend who had to become "Alpha Dog" in order to influence her own pet. (When gazes lock, she never looks away.) For years I expected to become a published author, but in passing I could not avoid the fact that I had little to contribute to the world's bulging dumpsters. I'm embarrassed to report that I also considered my primary process artistic productions powerful, rather than mildly neurotic. Which is not to say that I disrespect myself, only that I am beginning to doubt my potential for making a mark on the world. If I focus on strict self discipline I may be able to keep my garbage removed on a weekly basis, to keep the kitty box changed, the clothes cleaned, the dog watered, fed and walked, but that just catches me up to the starting mark again. When writing I physically grapple with words, wrestling them from their indifference into attempted chunks of awareness. I sit heavily on my chair; I breathe in artificially cooled air; my ear drums note the tap tap of the keyboard and the steady uninterrupted sound of the air conditioner, What is that sound? The roar of the ocean from 30 yards away...Inside, my thoughts are are balls in an electronic game machine, bouncing hither and yon from lever to lever. I am a little grim and intent until I recall a dream related by a black man in the prison where I once worked. He said that when he was a small boy, back home, he dreamed he was standing on his front porch pissing, and that he suddenly found himself pissing stars...
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5 Responses to I Won’t Mind if you laugh

  1. Oliana says:

    You are so amazing!!! Got me to smile too:)

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    • Nan Mykel says:

      Thank goodness we can laugh at ourselves, too! (With all the junk from under the sink piled around me! It’s still there, awaiting the arrival of my helper. Thanks for the response.)

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  2. Thank heavens we can Google these days instead of phoning the plumber to do it! Well done. 🙂

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