Earlier this week, I wrote about a down day (here, although I called it something different).
I was very happy to get through and over that down day, very quickly.
This morning, I woke up thinking, “THANK GOODNESS I have some down time this weekend.”
That’s a very different use of the word “down,” isn’t it?
For anybody who needs a definition at this point, “down time” means:
time during which a machine, especially a computer, is out of action or unavailable for use.
a time of reduced activity or inactivity.
“everyone needs downtime to unwind”
Here’s what I’m noticing now about that definition:
- machines get first billing and
- the way I’m using “down time” in this post is regional, which means this usage might be new to some of my readers.
You know, I might be particularly sensitive to machines getting attention because of this: I’ve depended on cardiac pacemakers since I was ten years old. And let me tell you, I’ve spent some of the last 51 years worrying about pacemakers having “down time “(because pacemakers did break, wear out, and prematurely lose power early on in their — and my — life).
Thank goodness, modern pacemakers don’t have as much down time as the old ones did.
I want to tell you about my day yesterday, when I did NOT have a lot of down time, as I went to one Boston hospital to get medical care and then to another Boston hospital to do my work (I’m a psychotherapist for a hospital-based primary care practice) and then to a comedy show, with my 16-year-old son, Aaron.
Since I do have lots of down time today, I’m glad I can relax as I write this post about yesterday.
As Wordsworth said,
That will be 50 dollars, please.
No, wait. That’s not Wordsworth the poet. That’s Wordsworth the plumber.
If you don’t think what I just did in this post is funny, feel free to use — instead of plumber — an occupation of somebody else who has charged you money. Or perhaps, you could make this funnier by changing the dollar amount, like so:
As Wordsworth said,
That will be 5 dollars, please.
No, wait. That’s not Wordsworth the poet; that’s Wordsworth the Starbucks barista.*
Where was I, before that particular tangent (which was down or up, according to your perspective)?
Oh, yes. Wordsworth the poet. As I remember — from my years as an English major in college — Wordsworth said poetry was
emotion recollected in tranquility
… and while I can’t guarantee that this post will be poetic in any way, I am happy to have the tranquility of today’s down time, to recollect the emotions, thoughts, and images I experienced yesterday.
I don’t know about you, but I smell a photo essay coming on.
How I Spent My Day Yesterday
Since I start every day writing a blog post, yesterday’s post — “Safety First” — was on my mind, as I arrived at the hospital for my medical appointment.
After my appointment yesterday, I stopped by — in the same hospital — the place I go for my periodic pacemaker checks, and I saw two familiar people:
Valerie, who told me she is looking forward to the winter weather here (!!!!) and Melanie
who has appeared in posts before (here, here, and here).
Even though I didn’t have a scheduled appointment with her yesterday — and I’m sure Melanie does NOT have a lot of down time — Melanie took some time to talk to me about how I’ve been feeling lately. When I told her about some of my worries regarding recent shortness of breath and my wondering if I was okay, Melanie said, reassuringly:
You ARE okay, Ann, and you WILL BE okay.
I believed her and I cried — a little — from relief.
Melanie then asked me when my next appointment was — for a pacemaker check and to see Dr. Estes (one of my cardiologists who has appeared or been mentioned here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here). I said, “I’m not sure, but I THINK it’s soon.” (That might sound like I’m too busy and I need more down time, but I do have lots of medical appointments these days and I know I’m seeing my other cardiologist, Dr. Deeb Salem, in December.) Later, when I had some down time, I discovered that my appointment with Pacemaker Clinic and Dr. Estes is next week. I’m glad to know I’ll be seeing Valerie and — perhaps — Melanie, even sooner than I thought.
Here are more things I saw yesterday, soon after my up time with Melanie:
I was very perplexed by that last image, in a Fenway Park lot. Because I had a little bit of down time before my first appointment at work, I investigated further, by walking around to get a better view:
I was still confused by what I was seeing, and so were other people there, too.
That’s Omar, calling over to Joe
and asking Joe our shared question: “What is going on here?”
Joe told us they were setting up a “Spartan Race” — an obstacle course taking place inside and outside Fenway Park — for thousands of people.
“Spartan Race,” Omar, and Joe were all initially unfamiliar to me, but I greatly appreciated the introductions. I also appreciated meeting Al
shown, there, with Joe. Al told me he was part of program called “Project Place” which was helping him get “back on my feet.” I told Al I was glad to hear that. And, I showed Omar how he could find this blog.
Here are some more photos I took, yesterday:
I took that photo, last night, at Johnny D’s in Somerville, Massachusetts, USA. That’s Tony V — a comedian I’ve seen many times since the 1980’s — telling a pacemaker joke. I’m not kidding.
My son, Aaron, wondered last night whether it was okay for me to snap that picture of Tony V. I told him it probably was, since we were outside the performance area, at that point. Soon, though, we got some great down time — that is, we were sitting down in great seats, watching Emo Philips (who has appeared in previous posts here, here, here, and here) do an amazingly funny show. And here are my last two images, from yesterday:
Boy, wouldn’t it be great to have enough down time for THAT MUCH popcorn?
Thanks to Aaron, Valerie, Melanie, Omar, Joe, Al, Tony, Emo, the nice staff at Johnny D’s, and everybody else who has ever had any down time or up time, ever.
Well, I think I thanked everybody there (including you, I hope!), but I forgot one thing: a video for this post.
How about this?
(Emo Philips, in a 1987performance at Harvard University, found here on YouTube)
* I’m assuming, here, that you are living in a region where you can go to a Starbucks, like me, to get a few minutes of down time.