Wave #3 - Part 1: A hiccup in Time

Home sick today and for lack of anything better to do, ol' Wave #3 comes rolling in:


So there I was, at the Phoenix Art Museum, minding my own business. I'd just finished checking out "The Art of Philip Curtis" (pseudo- surrealist, not my favorite, but okay) and had started wandering through the Asian Exhibit. I turned a corner and....

There stands my ex-wife, "K"!

You know how time is supposed to slow way way down before an impending accident? You're in a car headed for imminent collision and you notice a great deal of detail, all at an extremely rapid pace? Yeah, This was kinda like that.

I should mention that I hadn't seen "K" for about 12 years. We'd maintained a sparse but congenial email correspondance since then but the last time I actually saw her was when we hugged goodbye after attending our divorce proceedings. So there's that.

And she's holding a baby.

And she's surrounded by several women, two of whom are from our closest friends from that time.

It was at this point that Time excused itself from the general proceedings and we entered into the Time Warp:

1. I look at K.
2. She looks at me.
3. I look at the baby.
4. The baby looks at me (okay, maybe I imagined this part)
5. I look at L. A.
6. (you guessed it) L.A. looks back at me.
7. I look at C.
8. She looks back at me.

And now I'm looking at K again.

This seemed to go on endlessly, like a hall of mirrors, until finally, L.A. mercifully broke us out of the loop with these words:

"Don't drop the baby."

Amen, sister.
And suddenly we were all back on earth under the constraints of normal space and time.