mallorys_camera | How To Go To the Bathroom Plus Small Perfect Tragedies

A difficult, difficult stretch. It’s not as though I stopped functioning. It’s more as though Henry Ford had taken up permanent residence inside my skull. My life became a conveyor belt. Every task, from the simplest to the most complex, had to be broken down into its component parts before I could accomplish it.

Going To the Bathroom: Going to the bathroom is a task that millions of Americans accomplish and enjoy every day! It’s easy and you can do it too!
Instructions:
1. Get up from your chair…

No, seriously. That’s what it’s been like. I’m not sure why exactly. Maybe the reserves of spontaneity and mental firmness I built up from all that bike riding last summer have finally been exhausted. Fortunately, I think these last two cold and snowy days were winter’s last gasp. Next few days are forecast to be in the 60s. I’m going to spend some quality time with my bicycle. Exercising makes a big difference in my mental health.

An 83 year old woman with dementia wandered off last weekend and was found dead in an open field yesterday. I spent some quality time obsessing about her too. You figure she likely lived a very well off middle class life, raised a family, then abruptly all the horror and suffering that is the human plight got meted to her in the very last 48 hours of her life. A small perfect tragedy…

I wonder where she thought she was going when she wandered off from her caretaker husband in that shopping mall?