nowhere i’d rather be
dispatch from 06510…
need i say a word? i’m pretty much at the crosshairs of latitude and longitude that most makes my heart zing — the seventh-floor aerie of the law student i love. made myself a promise that grew into a dream i’d not let go of, that pushed me to click the button that bought the ticket for the plane and the little green van that got me to here, 765 miles from the dot on the map that most often is mine.
“can we have a day?,” he’d long ago asked me, a question that became a code to live by. “can we have a day?” to love and to savor? to dilly and dally and do as we please, no rules, no time clocks, no prescribed agendas?
unless the agenda, of course, is the joy of being side-by-side. unscripted. bound only by unbridled, unscripted love and delight. delight in calling across a room — because you’ve just had a thought. or whispering as you walk down the sidewalk. seeing the same sight at the same time and reveling in that one simple joy — because it’s so very rare, the gift of your footsteps in echo.
so why oh why have i awoken with quite a few spots, not of the bug-bite variety? oh, lordy. can i not take an adventure without heaping on a twist and a turn? can a grownup get measles or pox? might i be allergic to new haven air? my plan is as old as the movies: take two aspirin, and dial the doc. whatever this is, i cannot leave it behind. no remnants allowed in the virus department. maybe it’s nothing other than an invisible mosquito, or a rash that can’t connect its own dots.
for now, while those little white aspirin get to work, i intend to live every ounce of our promise: to live this day and the next and the next and the next as if there’s no holier hour than this one that is fully and finally upon us.
if you could just have a day with whom would it be, and how would you spend it?
Normally, I’m the mouse in the corner collecting niblets of wisdom from the table. But maybe I can share one today…did you, on your heavenly day out, enjoy a heavenly bit of pineapple–in pastry, on pizza, in a salad–and bask in the sunshine? Strange but true, the reaction can manifest itself on your skin. We spent a riveting morning watching a rash spread while we called the doctor and searched online. Yoiks!
Hoping that’s all it is! The outdoors is a dangerous place 😉
Whoa! What a theory! Can’t think of pineapple but will rack my brain…..I’ve decided skin is a really fascinating thing. Especially when it behaves mysteriously…. sitting in quaint nook of old library now, and deciding not to let it bother me. Love that you offered such an exotic possibility. Thank you, thank you…..
I’d spend a day with John. Don’t know exactly what we’d do. We’d let the day unfold naturally. But I do know that we’d start with breakfast at the lakefront. Croissants and tea for me – coffee for him on a bench alongside Montrose Harbor.
Glad you get to spend a day with your young man. Sorry you’re suffering from spots. Hope they disappear as mysteriously as they appeared.
That day sounds heavenly. And you remind me: the beach is a short walk from my house. Why do I never bring my morning coffee there? You remind me to savor my day, any old day….
Out damn spots…. Your second paragraph brought nostalgia crashing down
on me… “delight in calling across a room, because you’ve just had a thought”
the thing I miss so profoundly since Rob, my gentle sounding board, slipped
away…. He would be my companion of choice and I would not know where to begin swooping him into my day …. so many choices…..
Hope the skin malady departs and you have the grandest time with that
I’m so glad that short string of words resonated with you; it’s the effortlessness, the gift of being close enough to use only your voice — no phone, no intergalactic satellite — to share words and thoughts … and unfiltered heart……
Typing from a chair store, trying to find a far better chair for a kid with a once-broken neck who sits and reads and types for hours….and I’m unimpeded by spots. Not letting them get in the way…..
I’m woefully behind in responding to blog posts, including yours. Do please forgive the delay. I know you are home once again after your lovely visit with your dear boy. Know how deeply you treasure these special moments… Do so hope you can get to the bottom of those darn spots! xxx