I have always loved origami. I can’t say that I have ever been good at it though. I love those books that tell you how to make all kinds of lovely things out of little scraps of paper. I always wanted to master making the origami crane – one of the easier origami feats – but I have yet to do so.
The graceful origami crane is what you might consider the origami poster child…when you see one you think origami. But let me tell you folks – if you had seen me the other day you would know that origami has a new poster child – me.
Yes, sir…by virtue of one inconsiderate person I became origami girl. What do I mean by origami girl? Well, let me tell you. It all starts with the photo below.
This is what I found in the parking lot the other day as I was ready to leave work. When I first saw how close the truck was parked to my car, I proclaimed loudly with my lip in a rather pronounced snarl – “SERIOUSLY?!” Then I looked around the parking lot to see who was pranking me…this had to be a joke…I thought…really – who does this?
Alas, there were no giggling college students nearby, no one enjoying my shock and dismay – just me and the darn big truck parked within inches of my car door. I put all my items in my arms on the passenger seat and considered my options. I thought that perhaps I could attempt to climb over the passenger seat and the shift knob, but I was concerned that any wrong movement might result in a shift knob incident that would be difficult to explain (but that would no doubt make a great party story). I also thought I could just call the university police and have the inconsiderate party’s vehicle towed, but that would have taken a long time and I needed to pick up Cheyenne. Finally I concluded I would have to make an attempt to get into the car from the driver’s side. I opened the car door as far as I could – sucked in my breath – scooted sideways along the outside of the car (toward the door) with my fanny facing the car interior – swung one leg backwards up and around the seat base – did a number of contortionist moves that looked like something in-between someone who was a limbo champion and someone who was double-jointed – it was, no doubt, a sight to behold. I looked like an origami crane minus the grace and the crisp folds. I felt like my body which would normally be the equivalent of the uneventful scrap of paper was remade into a fine-tuned work of art as if it were origami – all as a byproduct of this one inconsiderate driver.
So, while I may never be able to make an origami crane, I have mastered my inner origami skills; and, in the process I got a bit bent out of shape…but I now know something that I did not know before – some of my parts bend in ways that I never realized…and I may have strained my shoulder in the final downward twist and turn. Who knew parking was so filled with excitement?
Day five hundred and ninety-eight of the new forty – obla di obla da