My mind is blank. A train somewhere to the south is bellowing its horn. How quiet it is out here, except for that. I’ve never been on an Amtrak; does looking out the window make one dizzy and nauseous? Just thinking about it made my eyes shift to the right side of the room, imagining the whooshing of snapshots streaming by. I used to take the light rail daily, and that was fine. I mean, as long as I looked far into the distance. Too close to the side, and yeah, it is like a spinny ride at the fair.
I still have 20/20 vision, I think. Two years ago at the eye doctor, I did, but I’ve been noticing a bit of strain, like my eyes are working harder to adjust from close to far away. They’re slightly fatigued, and my temples are tight, and I’m right in the age range where reading glasses can become a thing. I wouldn’t mind having a cute little something on my face to take in the world. Up until recently, not wearing glasses had been a source of pride, like, haha, look at my excellent genes. But I’m over that, and if at some point I try a pair and gain a little boost, I’m all about it.
Is it rude if I bring my headphones in for my long dental procedure tomorrow? I could use the distraction. How about I bring them and then we’ll see.
I feel like asking myself to write right now is like in one of those zombie movies where the entire street is barren. All you see is a paper blowing in the street, an abandoned car, and some glass-broken storefronts. You know there’s something brewing; you just don’t know what. That’s what’s weird with writing; it’s like nothing, crickets, a long blank stare at the computer screen. And then… Pounce! You’re eaten by a zombie.
Maybe they’re not the same.
Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 