We recently ended our Minnesota trip by swinging through Minneapolis. We got to visit with Grasshopper No.5. As you know, her job is to make available entertainment information through the Star Tribute website or in publications with the newspaper. She knows what is “happening in Minneapolis”.
When she took us to eat at one of the finer McDonalds dining facilities, I noticed a “script” tattoo on No.5’s wrist. Why am I always the last to know what is going on? She hid the script cleverly, but my keen eyesight ferreted out the new message. I’m told the translation is “breathe”.
Do people really need a reminder to breathe? Apparently it helps when your life is full of anxiety; you can look at your wrist, heed the advice of your critically positioned tattoo and remember to take a deep breath. It will bring you into the moment and you can deal with the chaos at hand.
So, when the electrical system in your Mini-Cooper pukes for the third time, look at your wrist and remember to breathe. When you are informed your parents are coming to spend the weekend, you’ll remember to take a deep breath. When your Dad subtly asks you about the people in your life, taking a special breath is necessary. You get the idea
Actually, Grasshopper No.5 was a gracious host. As for needing a reminder on her wrist to breathe at critical times, that is her perrogative. We had a nice visit and even got to see a rock and roll theatrical performance.
So, last Sunday as No.5’s parents rolled out of town for home, she looked at her wrist and all was well. She could breathe.
Love,
Dad