March Madness!

March 6, 2012

What do you think of when March rolls around? Hoosier hysteria and March Madness? The month coming in like a lion, going out like a lamb? All things Irish? Maybe Flannery O’Connor? (OK, she was American, but she did have Irish roots.) Irish soda bread? Irish Breakfast Tea?

After today’s guest left, I was thinking of a different kind of madness, the kind that isn’t confined just to March, but to most days of the year – the frenetic frenzy brought by a scurrying schedule with no room, or permission given, for slowing down at all.

Frank’s rushed, rapid words, rapacious for space and breath, left me breathless. With his sentiments chopped into quick queries and short sentences, he did get a lot said in a small amount of time. He was obviously a man used to squeezing space in between brief seconds and minutes, so after settling the time in the morning when he would be coming down, he retired to his room upstairs. In the morning, I had his tea ready when I heard the sound of his shoes on the steps, and he came in saying that he didn’t know what had come over him. The chair had been so comfortable and the lights just right and he’d been able to read the entire NY Times from front to back, something that he hardly ever did. Then feeling sleepy and relaxed, even though it was early, he’d slept in the cozy bed the whole night through and didn’t wake till later than his usual time. He said that something had happened to him, that he had become LAZY! I said, “Oh no, NO, not lazy! Just relaxed enough to have a real rest, something which you must’ve most certainly needed.” He said, “Not lazy?” I reassured him that it was not that. So he was able to settle in for a cup of tea and some conversation, enjoying a respite from the rushing, and a calm, instead of crazy, start to his day. I soaked in his enjoyment, grateful that we could offer him a spot of solace. As for me, I was still basking in his statement from the day before: “I didn’t know places like this still existed!” Yay. Out with the madness; in with the still.

Comments

Comments

  1. Donna Owens says:

    This is called being on “Delmarva Time”

  2. admin says:

    So right, Donna! 🙂

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