Because I spend so much time thinking about mistakes, I greatly appreciated this sculpture about mistakes in the Rome airport.
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When I was packing weeks ago for the trip to Italy, I worried about mistakes — taking too little or not enough. It was much easier packing to leave Italy yesterday, because the decisions had already been made, mistakes and all. And, as I learn over and over again, my mistakes are not fatal, even if I fear that they are.
On the plane ride home yesterday, the back portion of the cabin was practically empty and, make no mistake, I enjoyed the quiet and the roominess.
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I speculated with the flight attendant, who lives in Venice (which I will unmistakably revisit soon), that the scarcity of passengers might be related to the awful mistakes the USA President has been making. She thought that assumption was a mistake, since all other flights from Italy to the USA have been packed this week.
When I got home yesterday (after a Lyft drive when the driver got blasted by a rude Boston driver when he made a minor mistake), we couldn’t find my cat Joan, and I soon feared that we had make a mistake at the doorway and let her run out. Even though that mistake seemed impossible (we always keep an eye out for her because we know she loves getting outside), that mistake seemed more likely as she kept not showing up to greet my return. Eventually, my husband Michael went outside, found her, and brought her back inside. That mistake continued to bother me until Michael soon spotted Joan outside AGAIN as I was regaling him with tales from Italy. We then discovered, down in the basement, that we hadn’t made a mistake at all.
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It was a mistake to assume that Joan eventually wouldn’t figure out a way to gain access to one of her favorite places — the great outdoors. Because it would be a mistake to let Joan run free among all the coyotes here, we’ve blocked that escape route for now.
Do you see any mistakes in my other images for today?
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I think it’s a mistake to celebrate Tell a Lie Day when the USA President and his minions tell so many lies, every day.
Here’s what I find when I look for mistakes on YouTube:
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Thanks to all who are here for my daily mistakes, including YOU! 💕
That sculpture brings me back to the days of writing on typewriters and papers, Ann. I wadded up my share!
Thanks for sharing that memory, Mark.
Ahhhhh… but we tend to learn from our mistakes! If I ever go to Europe again, I will definitely pack differently… I wound up not wearing the “fashionable” pieces I brought along, choosing instead to be “comfortably chic.” Hope you had a wonderful time!!!
I’m glad the mischievous Joan has been found and thwarted from that particular escape route.
perhaps mistakes are not just postils to be discarded but maps to be read—each note a path walked, each regret a lesson learned. If they make us feel alive, then maybe they weren’t mistakes at all—just steps on the long, stumbling dance of becoming.
I have to be careful with numbers, because it seems so easy for me to make a mistake with them. This week, for example, I was planning to figure out a way to march – or at least meet the marchers on Friday, because somehow I assumed that April 1st was on Monday, making Friday the 5th. Somehow I voted on Tuesday the 1st, and went to a doctor’s appt. on Wednesday the 2nd, and eventually figured out that the March is on Saturday. Still not sure I’m going to be able to make it.
Your question about film scores and mistakes reminded me of the film Skidoo which got attention a few years ago when a tour guide at Alcatraz, somewhat reluctantly, said was his favorite movie filmed there. With Jackie Gleason, Carol Channing, Mickey Rooney, and Groucho Marx in the cast it’s best described as a strange mistake, but that’s okay. Sometimes big swings result in home runs and sometimes they result in very big misses. But the title song, composed by Henry Nilsson and sung by Channing, is catchy and silly and strange and fun. At least one good thing came from it.
and, make no mistake ,most mistakes, can be easily fixed, or are not life threatening.
Ah, mistakes—the spice rack of life. A little too much, and oof, you’re crying in the kitchen. But just enough? Chef’s kiss for character development. 😅 Loved this post, Ann! I’ve made enough travel blunders to write a guidebook called ‘Oops! Around the World in 80 Mistakes’. But hey, I’d rather trip up doing something bold than play it safe and never dance with disaster. Thanks for the reminder that messing up is just proof we’re trying. And probably hilarious in hindsight
Make no mistake, I greatly enjoyed your perspective on mistakes.