Purple Moments

An acquaintance asks me ‘how am I doing.’ I tell him I don’t like the color purple and move on. I am in Costco; a crowd is jostling, carts nudging me into places I don’t need to go to. Outside, a bleak sky is hovering as if it had nowhere else to be. A masked Santa belligerently shakes a plastic bucket under my nose. I don’t mind purple that much, except purple bubble gum and that Spielberg movie. The day needs tweaking but I’m not sure how or where. I used to be able to wiggle my ears – that’s just a fact. Driving home, I ask myself how am I doing? I need to consider that subject one day.