A deep heavy blanket fog settled over our city sometime in the night. Like we were all tucked in together while some of us slept. And when morning greets me the top half of my view is gone. Which might be a portent to the day I’m not ready to face. It is quickly and summarily ignored.
TUESDAY
Monday is passed and I’m still in the game. Upright, sipping coffee in my pj’s and slippers gazing out on half a world while tiny furry assassins prowl about in the dark. Or, quite possibly are still lying passed out coiled up in little pockets of warmth- they could go either way this early. Toast is toasting, an egg is frying and bacon is the truth. The rest of the week is lying in wait just outside my front door, but I am not as worried about it as I was Sunday night. Sunday night there’s a wasp nest right outside the door waiting to distract me from the moat filled with crocodiles and battleships and.. rent. Today, while those things still exist I have settled into a comfortable steady dreading. There is bad. I am here. Lets do it. I put on my fatalistic llama face* and get in there like I intend to make better. I guess the main thing to hold on to is that bad stuff is going to keep on coming. It’ll have different hats every time you see it through the peephole but rest assured that at some point, some day, some toddler is going to kick you right in the jimmy right after you remark how well behaved some children can be. And that’s okay. Its important that we continue to show up. Hold that kiddo at arms length. Maybe wear a cup. Play around the bad. And when you get surprised or outplayed and you find yourself on the ground staring out up at a cloudy sky? Then you get back up, brush off your knees, and charge right back onto the playground cause there’s three more days to go. Time get back to earning that weekend bender.
Some good things.
- Good conversation with good people about nothing at all.
- Coiled cute kittens who are too exhausted to get their tongues back in their faces after a yawn.
- The sound of the seams in the pavement under your tires at 60mph on open road.
- Unspoken coffee refills over toast and bacon and watching the neighborhood wake up.
- Oh, and Starbucks card rewards.
Also. Christians Against Dinosaurs is not the first time I’ve laughed and cried and been almost completely befuddled at a group of human beings, but it’s easily the most recent. And I live in Texas. Have you SEEN our state board of education?
*See what I did there?