Routine Redux: Reunion Day #sol19
March 15, 2019
We wake predawn… 3 a.m. Coffee is dripping through the pot in the kitchen. The sound is comforting. I know that if I can get through the next ten minutes, a cup will be the reward. Clothes laid out in the bathroom to minimize the wake up of others. Lunch in the refrigerator. Teacher bag packed. Quick shower. Have to have a quick shower. As I dry my hair, I look through the agenda I downloaded yesterday thinking about what I might go to. What if I finally connect with my Connecticut friends too?
Check the time and put it into high gear. Have to be at the meeting point by 3:30. Quietly out the door. Bob will take you out later Lily when it’s really time to get up. She looks at me accusingly. Dark on the steps. Dark on the walk. Dark in the garage. Dark on the driveway. Dark on the street. All the roads are empty and dark as I drive to the meeting place.
Usually first, I wait in the quiet car. Whose turn is it to drive? Oh, mine. I check the seats, the floor. All fine. Gas and car wash the day before. The car fills with Pandora, a yoga music station. The lull. Lights illuminate the car and she is there. She opens her door, grabs her bags, her water bottle. She leans over as she opens the car door and smiles a tired smile at me. She stretches her long legs into the small car. She never adjusts the seat. Sometimes I remember to stretch it back for her before she arrives.
We laugh for a moment about how sometimes we go some other random way that the GPS takes us, missing the Merritt all together. Where is the first Starbucks? Hartford?!?
And then… the words start pouring out. In the darken car, in the long hours, we talk. Talk. This is almost the best part.