A lot of basic schemas in life are incredibly inefficient: Marriage…Sleep…Eating…Sex (not in that order)…Caring for anything from goldfish to elderly parents. Relationships, at their core, are inefficient.
I savor these inefficiencies, for all of their flavors.
One of my inefficient quirks is that I name the wind. Not by breeze, or gust, or hurricane, or whisper, but by geographic location. A warm whisp is Carolina. A robust, autumnal blow is Boston. A summer chill is New Hampshire. A spring Nor’easter is Rehoboth, and a wintery tantrum is Alaska.
Today is a Boston day. It smacks of seaside ports, lobster rolls, and frothy accents.
These inefficiencies make my day. These quirky, extraneous details are the very ones that delight and revive.
Without them my world (on a good day) might be supremely efficient. But it would never be savory–all of the substance, none of the season.