This morning I woke up to find a notification on my iMac screen telling me my trackpad battery was very low and to charge it. Further investigation by clicking the Bluetooth icon confirmed the battery was at 2%. I set to the task of plugging the lightning charger plug into the trackpad.
What would have taken most people two or three seconds took me over five minutes. One of the effects of CP (Cerebral Palsy) is that I have poor fine motor co-ordination (and only slightly better gross motor co-ordination). So the process of getting the half-centimetre-wide plug into the same size socket was, literally, hit and miss until I hit it.
If there was ever a good example of "the space in-between", it would be now, during the months of December and January. There's a strange, almost contradictory, feel of winding down and finishing up, yet beginning anew and preparing to wind up again.
And, even deeper, there's a space in-between the space in-between: a time of rest, restoration, renewal and revival — time to take stock, reflect, make changes and adapt.
Dare I say, it's a space and time for growth and decay.
I've been reflecting on a situation a few months back where, accidentally, I got into the wrong lane to go straight ahead at a multi-road intersection. Despite indicating to move into the correct lane, no-one stopped to let me in. I had to turn right and then find a place to turn around and double back.
At a similar time, Campbell Live did a story on people pushing in to turn onto the motorway at Gillies Ave. Police were targeting and ticketing motorists for this "offence".
Add to that the fact that, at Walt Disney World in Orlando, people were caught renting disabled people in order to avoid two hour queues. Mind you, if looks could kill, when I went to Disneyland in 1992 and we were told by staff to jump the line of long-time queuers, I'd have been dead very quickly. It was pretty awkward.