Take for Granted: To consider as true or already settled.
As we get closer to The Big Move, it gets weirder and weirder. The release of possessions has been relatively easy, including a house that has been my home for 8 years. A little tearing away, a little tearing apart happens from time to time, but it's still just stuff. Once it's out of my sight I don't miss it much. It is odd how an seemingly insignificant thing can provoke an out-sized reaction, though. A friend took all of our houseplants, for instance, and it was depressing watching some cacti go that I have had for years and years.
One of SuperK's friends said this to us: "I can't believe you're going. I thought you two would always be here. I think I took you for granted."
Isn't that the way? Taking things for granted. Several years ago I survived one of those winters where I had a bad cold followed by 2 weeks of the flu. I was weakened enough that I managed to stay healthy for a week or two before I got another cold. I was sick for about 6 weeks, more or less. Spring saved me, eventually. I remember how grateful I was to not be sick. For a long time I was acutely aware of how good it felt to be well. That passed, naturally, and I started bitching about something else.
It's pretty amazing to think that I have had an effect on people. I made a difference. I wasn't making much of a difference when I was drinking. That's the hardest part about going.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
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