No Reason
An old story tells of a woman
who cut off the edges of her ham
because that’s what her mother did.
After years, she finally asked her mom why,
and she replied, “so it would fit into the
pan.”
Sometimes the practice outlasts the reason
and so it is with my office.
I had to give up my office when we hosted
an adult with developmental disabilities
so my living room recliner became the
substitute.
I have an end table on each side.
One holds my reading material
and a basket full of markers and paper,
because I like to doodle while
watching shows in the evening.
On the left is my laptop, when not on my lap,
my head phones, a back scratcher,
a timeline I’m working on, my cell phone
and a quilted leaf “mug rug” which holds a mug
of tea with cream and sugar and a glass of ice
water.
And there’s the rolling ball thingy.
It looks like a green hard rubber cup
with an 8 ball, without the 8, inside.
It helps relieve the pain of carpal tunnel
while its coolness rolls around on my hand.
I no longer have host home and I have my office
back.
I could clear off the miscellaneous from my
desk
and leave the living room for relaxation.
Though the practice outlasted the reason,
as they say, “If it’s not broke, don’t fix it.”
