Upon arriving at the Chicago O’Hare International Airport during my most recent business trip, I took notice of one of those miniature billboards on the wall in the terminal corridor. This one was an Accenture advertisement with a life size picture of Tiger Woods trying to chip a golf ball out of tall, yellow grass. It was as if he sliced a drive and it left the fairway for a hay farmer’s field in the Midwest.
Having a pet in the family rounds things out. That’s not to say “pet-less” families are asymmetrical or deformed in any way. It’s just that having a dog or cat around brings out an aspect of a person or a family that is otherwise hidden, hibernating in folks’ character. There is a love and a great friendship that blossoms between man and beast in a way that isn’t really evidenced in love shared with another human being. It can be more trusting, less risky. I don’t admire people that treat their animals better than their next-door neighbor but I am affected by the quiet companionship between a devoted canine and a loving master.
I read an article this past Labor Day weekend and it noted that autumn is a lot like beginning a new year because it signals a new phase or a period of renewal in our annual journey. Kids go back to school, companies reassess their year-end fiscal positions and a seasonal shift in our wardrobes takes place.
I don’t know why, but the other day, I remembered that I used to chew on my pencils when I was in grade school. I used to love taking a brand new #4 pencil, especially forest green pencils with “Duquesne Light Co.” stamped on the side (my dad would bring these home from work) and crunch down on them leaving teeth marks up and down its sides. Maybe the thought was subliminal – kids starting school, tax free shopping days, my distant learning paper due – and it surfaced in thoughts of new packs of pencils lifted from a company storage cabinet.
“Everyone has polyps,” my buddy said, laughing on the phone. I called her this past week to let her know everything seemed okay after an outpatient procedure at the Surgery Center. “Just so that’s all it is. But a polyp, no big deal.”
For those of us locked tight in the cholesterol padded cells of middle age, our changing and degrading eyesight is a new reality. Eyes are our windows to the world and the split in our vision, corrected by the magic of bifocals, is an undeniable signal of our passing from youth to the ambiguity of mid-life.