Oh my goodness, I have neglected the Baby Blog.
I will, therefore, paint a picture for you.
This is my life.
I arrived at my brother’s cottage about 4 p.m. (which was my childhood cottage, owned by my parents) and discovered:
A) no heat
B) no Internet
C) cancelled dinner date with friend
D) no cell phone service within cottage
I drove to downtown Bellaire
in a coffee/wine shop
of Sauvignon Blanc
I’ve drunk way too much coffee during the nine-hour drive downstate.
There is a family eating the most delicious-looking pizzas outside the window. But. I cannot order anything to eat because my brother and his wife and I shall be eating dinner somewhere between 7 and 8 p.m.
Music plays above my head in speakers. The air downstate feels different. More gentile. Less wild. Less unpredictable.
Yet life is unpredictable. You never know when you will see….three very interesting young people enter the coffee/wine shop. One wears a bright yellow shirt. One of them dances as he orders coffee. Another smiled at me with all her teeth opened wide. How could we have ever anticipated this?
I have chatted for at least fifteen minutes with my friend Susie Q on Facebook. I have resolved all my issues on Facebook but hesitate writing another Facebook blog on WordPress. The resolution was spiritual…and how can one adequately explain one’s spiritual reasons?
Two hours until dinner. At least. Bellaire is my childhood village; the town where I took driver’s training as a fifteen year old. This is the town where my brothers rescued a drowning Catholic priest and his dog. Where a tornado ripped across the lake when my brother and I roller-skated downtown. My mother refused to remain beneath the heavy kitchen table as the tornado swirled across the lake. The tornado picked up boats, hydroplanes and lawn chairs. We all survived to make this legend, repeated these forty years later.
I feel like I am spiralling back toward childhood now, like a tornado swirling back into the past. Soon I will sit with my mother and father at our wooden childhood table. My mother still guides me; my father advises. It is good. Please stay and advise me forever! my inner child begs although the adult knows that nothing remains forever…