Friday, February 14, 2025
Time: 6:05 AM
Song: Lucky
Artist: Bif Naked
Mode of Consumption: Listening to MP3s while riding stationary bicycle.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/76ZeSKJ7ekxZzOgqszwnA4?si=6cd25d41b504483b
I ride the stationary bike parked in our basement, playing music
through the Bluetooth speaker of our little turntable. The bike is in the
corner of our basement that I call “Dan Land.” It has the bar I made a few
years ago, the bar top a collage of rock stars and lyrics under epoxy. Dan Land
also has the baseball bat bench my dad and I made with the seat being a
baseball card collage covered in epoxy.
There are crates of vinyl records all around Dan Land right
now. Crates of vinyl I am still working through, and the rest are vinyl that I
sell either via Marketplace or at sales during the warmer months.
In all, Dan Land is a chaotic third of the basement. Jodi
has another third of the basement she calls “Club Jode Fu,” where she works on
her various crafts. The other third of basement is basically taken by storage
and necessities like the furnace, water heater, water softener and sump pump.
I am reading an old National Geographic article while I
exercise. The article is about the importance of touch, and the development of
prothesis that are increasingly becoming better at simulating the sensation of
touch through technologies that I can neither explain nor fully understand.
It details the complexity of the human skin, how the
sensations send messages to the brain, how that the sense of touch is the first
to develop. The need of babies for human touch, particularly from their mother,
is vital to their development.
We take it for granted, don’t we. The things we touch. The
people. Our pets. The joy we find in a handshake or a hug.
The article mentions a man breaking down in tears when he
was able to hold hands with his wife with the experimental prosthesis.
I am nearing the end of my ride when Jodi comes down, wearing
her winter coat. It’s a frosty February morning with temperatures hovering
around zero. She’s leaving for work.
She gives me a kiss goodbye and ascends the stairs.
I know we are the lucky ones.
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