300. The Edge-Sitters
I have a small collection of edge-sitters in my apartment. I have nine windows and five of the windows have an edge-sitter and one window has two edge-sitters who refuse to be separated. They are little people, although I also have one giraffe, who sit on the check-rail of the window. Now let’s talk about what a check-rail is since I just learned it myself. The bottom rail of the upper sash and the top rail of the bottom sash is called the check-rail and this is frequently where there is a lock—a lock on the check-rail. This is also where edge-sitters sit and when you look out the window, you see them. In the summer if you open the window, you have to move the edge-sitter first.
I’ve already mentioned that I have a wooden giraffe who was hand-carved in Kenya. a little girl holding a star, and a little girl with a peace sign. These last two are made out of dried orange peels. I also have a golden hair girl, and a witch, and Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy (they are the two who want to sit in the same window).
In 1995 I went to the Grand Canyon. I had seen a movie (can’t remember the name of it) about sitting on the edge of the canyon and I had planned to do it for years. Finally it happened and there I found myself being an edge-sitter. The Canyon was a sacred place and I still remember the awe of that sitting time.
I think you can sit on the edge in life too. Those are times where you’re not leaned back and comfortable and safe, but rather those are times when you’re perched right on the edge, alert, ready for opportunities, ready for those moments when you say “Count me in—let’s go,” and you go—off to another adventure.
It’s o.k. being an edge-sitter.
