It rained today. I washed my car yesterday. People around me were grousing (one of my favorite words) about the rain. I was sure that they knew about the car wash and would hold me responsible for the rain. This morning the fire alarms went off in the loft building and I put on my dirty clothes that were sitting next to the hamper…okay sue me…and got my shoes on sans socks, grabbed my coat, phone, eye glasses and headed out the door. I did assure the cat that this was probably not a real fire so she didn’t need to worry. Of course Paka gave me a glare that indicated “But how are you so SURE it’s not real and yet you are so willing to abandon me?”. I hurried down the staircase and heard lots of footsteps ahead and behind me as one of the neighbors was heading back up and told me that the sprinklers were being worked on and there was no fire. I turned back to return up several flights. A couple of neighbors who were appropriately anxious were just about to head down and I reassured them that there was no fire, just work being done, and they started yelling at me about not being notified. I just smiled and squeezed by them. I am not in charge as much as I like to think I am.
I would readily admit sometimes I act as though I am in charge of stuff or that I know how things are supposed to be. A long time ago, before cell phones, my sister and I were meeting at a store that she had never been to, and I had been to once. It was not near either of us and there were no GPS directions, apps and no one looked at maps while driving alone. I gave her directions, very explicit directions. It was a matter of being absolutely adamant that I knew the way. Did I mention that I will often say left when I mean right? I didn’t send her directions via snail mail since we didn’t have email or texts and skywriting was out of my budget. I just told her in that tone, which she will icily recall, seems less reassuring and more defiantly demanding, as to how to get there. Needless to say (another favorite expression which is clearly out of vogue), we both got lost but eventually found the store and there was still time to shop. The store is long gone. I attribute it to being difficult to find. In retrospect I probably should have used logic and contacted the store and written down the directions, rather than relying on instinct or memory. I actually have a good memory for directions, but there may be something lost in translation since I often use landmarks that no longer exist but reference them in the “remember where the Gulf gas station used to be….” and so on. Sometimes people are impatient about these things. I don’t get it.
Technology is still mysterious to me although I have a lot of devices that I use with some skill. The skill has been developed as a result of dumb luck and some intuition. I can’t be bothered to be taught how to do things by my Gen X and millennial age children. They are impatient with me since there was an obvious adaptation in DNA in the generations after I was created, that makes people in those age groups believe that I should just “listen and watch” and when I listen and watch, it still does not gel easily. I’m no luddite and I am willing to be part of this great new world, but I will figure it out. Yesterday, while in the middle of doing a project for work from home, the printer stopped actually printing but went through the lemon juice process wherein, it typed, but nothing actually appeared on the paper. This was after I had “printed” eight documents only to find that I had eight blank sheets. Screaming while living in a loft does not get you good results. Trust me, the neighbors, whether they care about your safety or wellbeing will know, and they will give you knowing glances while waiting for the elevator. I was hellbent on figuring out the problem with the printer. I did not have time to waste. Ink supply, plenty on tap. Paper, plenty in the tray. Connection, no problem. I went through the list and consulted with my FHB who after a cursory review from across the room, indicated things looked fine to him. Gotta love the man. I deigned to go to the computer’s website for an additional opinion and troubleshooting despite knowing that I already did everything anyone who knows everything would have done. Kind of like the “is it plugged in moment” which it was. The website encouraged me to consider, rather than tell me to, that I might want to clean the printer heads. I hadn’t thought of that although I might have if I had more time. I proceeded to follow their directions, begrudgingly. Victory was mine. Small dance of joy! I am just brilliant under pressure. People who know everything will understand what I mean. This was an inherited trait that I learned from my father, who actually did know everything. All you had to do was ask him. One of his favorite expressions was “I knew that!”. He was the person in the family that others went to for advice.
I like to think I work well with others, as long as they know that I probably know what I am talking about. If not, they will come around. I’m patient. It has taken me a lifetime to know that control is just another way to hold on to what makes you comfortable. Learning to compromise in all my relationships has forced the issue, over and over again. People are so stubborn. We could save a lot of time and energy if I would just let other people lead. Maybe that’s why I am not a good dancer, except with my very wonderful FHB. At six feet tall, hovering over my four foot eleven inch stature, he leads and I happily let it happy. The choice is still mine, but if I want to dance, and I do, I let the music handle any differences.