An Acceptable Day

I could tell right away today would be acceptable-not good, not bad, but not shocking, either.
I was up by six. Archie, my assassin hamster, actually crawled into the palm of my hand this morning. In spite of his name, Archie is pretty much of a coward, as rodents go, and this gesture of trust and confidence sort of moved me, in a hamsterish way.
My newspaper was at the top of the pile that, daily, is unceremoniously dumped in my building’s entrance way. Normally, I have to dig for it, today, I didn’t.
On the way to breakfast, I saw an Asian gentleman who looked exactly like Emperor Akihito. He was riding a bicycle and was both imperious and imperial. He passed me without a sideward glance; I stood up a little straighter anyway. How often do you see such a venerable person atop a two-wheeler? I wondered if perhaps he’d been shopping at Target.
Shortly after that I encountered a mushed banana on the sidewalk. I’ve always wondered how the banana peel got its reputation, since I’ve never actually seen anybody slipping on one. And if an unfortunate walker did, wouldn’t that lead to serious harm? Shattered vertebras and concussions? I decided I would test the banana peel for slipperiness on my way back, but then I forgot which is just as well.
At the coffee shop, I ran into Marie Doe, the homeless woman who befriended me when I first moved into this area. She was all smiles and neighborhood news—what had happened at the Peruvian chicken restaurant owned and run by a NepaleseIMG_9002_ME@0,5x family (they were robed twice in a month); how the nearby ABC store was scheduled to close; how her son in California had given her a Movie Pass. She’d seen eight films in two weeks and decried the state of the American motion picture industry, except for RBG, which she loved and would have seen twice if Movie Pass allowed it. She also had good words to say about Black Panther and City of Dogs, but she hated the Avengers movie. I bought her two bacon and egg sandwiches and a couple of bagel to go, as well as enough coffee to fill her water bottle. She gave me a wheat leaf penny she’d found on the sidewalk.
I’ll admit all this forced cheeriness is somewhat bogus. I’m actually terrified of the upcoming test results, and I never do well with holidays like Memorial Day or July 4th. A friend of mine described the feelings associated with these long weekends as being the last person in a campus dorm when everyone goes on break for Christmas. I’m generally not overly bothered being without family, but sometimes—like now—it does get to me.
In the meantime, I’ve started reading about alternative treatments that show anti-cancer promise. CBD oil is one. According to, “CBD oil is typically extracted from the resin glands on cannabis (marijuana) buds and flowers. It can also be extracted from hemp, an industrial, fibrous form of cannabis that has small buds and a tetrahydrocannabinol, or THC, concentration of 0.3% or less (THC is the chemical compound that’s responsible for making people high). It’s usually diluted with another type of oil. Although CBD oil is often derived from marijuana plants, it won’t get you high—and it’s not just pot users who are partaking.”
In fact, back when I was first diagnosed, I met a musician who swore by it and told me it had helped him deal with his cancer. I’ve decided it’s worth a try, since I can’t do the traditional chemo anymore.
Monday, I have an appointment with a Ural dealership to test- drive one of their motorcycles and sidecar.

About epiphanettes

Writer, songcrafter, possibly the best French pedal steel guitarist in Virginia.
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2 Responses to An Acceptable Day

  1. deb says:

    I will TOTALLY ride in the side-car. That’s on my bucket list, actually.

  2. Melissa B Bennett says:

    CBD oil is used successfully to prevent cancer in Golden Retrievers (the breed that is most studied for cancer research) – I’ve wanted to get some for Jackson!

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