How do you quantify the madness that is human existence? If my mental state begins to fit the shoe of what I used to consider crazy, but it feels completely normal now, does that mean I'm crazy, or that my younger self was just prejudice to the variety of the human mind? I'm thinking about the time when my child was small, and I was walking her to kindergarten one day. It was Monday. In my neighborhood Monday is garbage day. As we walked over the hill to her school, we walked past the garbage men dumping the garbage into the truck. At one house an old lady dressed in her night gown came out I presumed to bring in her empty can. She looked at the garbage men in awe, and stood there with a goofy smile for a while. When my daughter and I walked past her, she grinned even bigger at me and said, "Wow! They've done it again. Every week the trash gets picked up!" Still beaming, she looked at me for conformation that this was indeed a truly extraordinary thing. At that point I was thinking that maybe someone's senile mother had escaped their house. She just stool there in her night gown grinning about the garbage being picked up. I smiled back at her and my daughter and I kept walking on to her school.
I was thinking about that moment just now, because today is also a Monday, and is still after all these years, garbage day. While I was sitting here, I could hear the truck go past my house, and the sound of my trash can being banged against the truck. As I listened to these sounds my heart began to well up. At that moment I felt that sense of wonder that old lady was feeling so many years ago about the beauty and mechanics of a modern city going about its daily functions.