And as we toured the apartments, some of them quite lavish and huge, we ran into other people who were also touring. And then we debated the various merits of various apartments. This one had too many bedrooms, that one had too many stairs, the other one didn't have enough space. The one at the top of the building, however, had everything, including a view.
I do love a good view. We could see the city for miles, and it was a beautiful bright day, much like today.
As we were leaving we were talking about our finances, and why we couldn't afford one of these places, and you said to me, "It's all that stuff you buy at 1 Sale A Day."
Enraged, I turned to you and said, "I only bought one thing from 1 Sale A Day, just once, and it was twenty-seven dollars."
"Oh," you said, "I thought it was more. You get those emails all the time."
"Yes, they send them to me every day. That's why it's called 1 Sale A Day. It doesn't mean I buy anything."
You weren't exactly apologetic, but you shrugged your shoulders, as to say you were glad we'd cleared that up.
We were in an elevator, and preparing to go down, and it occurred to me that I have a problem with high speed elevators, which is that I float towards the ceiling.
As far as I know, this is only a problem in my dreams, and not in real life. It's not as if I've ever actually floated in an elevator.
There were other people in the elevator with us, and when it began its descent I floated toward the ceiling, and I was embarrassed, because everyone else stayed right where they should, feet firmly planted on the ground, while I was hanging out in mid-air. I felt unnatural and a bit conspicuous.
Someone said to me, "You can come back down to earth if you twist and force yourself down."
This hadn't occurred to me. I'd though I was stuck in the air for the duration.
I don't know if I stayed up in the air, or if I came down, but knowing I had the option seemed to make a world of difference. It was my choice, now, whether to float, or whether to stand on my own two feet.
And I remembered it this morning, when I should be working, because I remember that it's always a choice, whether I stand or float, whether I come down to earth or stay above with my head in the clouds.
(I almost typed heads in the cloud, but I've only got the one head.)
It's always a choice for me to make.