Perspective

My wife and I were on a break, which, to a man, means noticing unbroken things. For instance, I convinced myself that the ceiling fan spun the wrong way. So I deftly undid the wire nuts and replaced it with a new one, then put the old one on the curb, upside-down. The ground looked like some never-ending ceiling. That’s when I noticed the little switch that changed the blades’ direction. I hadn’t gone to work. It was Thursday, which meant my wife was driving to yoga, where a man taught her how to stand on her head.

Photo Credit: Bob Boyer