A Luminous Halo

"Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end." --Virginia Woolf

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Smith ’69, Purdue ’75. Anarchist; agnostic. Writer. Steward of the Pascal Emory house, an 1871 Second-Empire Victorian; of Sylvie, a 1974 Mercedes-Benz 450SL; and of Taz, a purebred Cockador who sets the standard for her breed. Happy enough for the present in Massachusetts, but always looking East.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

The Long, Slow Slide

This afternoon I was working in my loft above the kitchen and noticing a pleasant aroma of cooking. On not the first but the second trip downstairs for tea or cookies or mail or whatever, I noticed I had left the gas flame on under an empty sauté pan. The residue of olive oil was pretty thoroughly cooked by the time I found it. Fortunately, my house is so cold that the pan was unable to overheat from a measly low gas flame.

Today marks the first time in nearly sixty years that I have absentmindedly left the stove on. Is this the beginning of the long, slow slide into senility? Are my kids going to start following me around assiduously, checking on me? Shall I start wearing my glasses on a chain, putting my keys on a clapper, wearing a nametag in case I wander?

Yikes!

2 Comments:

Anonymous Maggie said...

An old psychology professor friend once pointed out that when we are young and forget to turn off the stove it is air-headedness or being too busy but when we are old it is labeled "senility". Don't worry, it was only once. You were distracted.

11:37 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

seems like you are in need of a timer.
watch, stove, alarm clock. I prefer
my 1950's timer.
put it on when you put your stove on.
perhaps it will help.

8:58 AM  

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