Better Late Than Never
So, here it is - night. There was no morning tea. There was no quiet sunrise and you. There was just a quick shower, coffee-to-go and the blurry morning of pure change. I have been writing a bit about the upcoming holidays, never really internalizing it. Sure I can write it, but living it, breathing it - that is a whole different deal. Today I came face to face with it all.
Morning arrived much like it always does (though I switched mattresses and no longer feel like a need a hip replacement). I fed the cats. I stumbled around, nearsightedly looking for my house shoes. I peered under the bed. I checked the laundry hamper, the bathroom, the kitchen, and finally the area where my coats reside in the winter. Ah, yes,there they were - warm comfy Uggs just waiting for my cold feet to slide into their promised warmth. Only, they were not on the floor. They were hovering in the air, held by human hands - familiar human hands. As my focus left the sinewy digits in custody of my prized shoes, and slowly levitated upwards, there was a face - a familiar face. As I squinted to bring facial feature detail into sight, I realized there were two faces - familiar faces.
“Ellie, march back in there and get your walking shoes. We are going out,” said one of my dearest friends, whom I had not seen since …well, the memory falters here in a most unflattering way…let’s just say, in a long while. She and another friend of mine are in town, visiting relatives for Thanksgiving. My partner had apparently let them in while I was showering and had conveniently neglected to tell me we had company.
In the whirl wind that accompanied those first words of my friend, I found myself dragged bodily away from my computer, the blogging realm, and into a hubbub (humbug) of pre-holiday shopping and warm cinnamon rolls, ah the blessed cinnamon rolls. I have finally stumbled back to the quietness of this tranquil cyber space.
I hope your day has been pleasant…and I hope you missed me.
