I did happen to wake up yesterday, but it felt wrong on so many levels. I opened my eyes, and my body instantly told me “turn the alarm off, you’re not to be out of bed today.”
Of course I had to ignore it -I had church. I made it through church, came home, walked in the door, walked to my bed, and I didn’t leave that spot for three solid hours.
Starting on July 4th, my life has been a physical representation of Robert Frost’s Poem, “A Time to Talk.”
A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
I’ve had visits from family and friends, and I’ve dropped everything to just… talk with them. I’ve been able to catch up with two of my best friends from high school, catch up with family I haven’t seen in years, visit with my brother and his wife for a few hours before they took off for a long vacation. I’ve taken the kids horse back riding. I’ve gone to a baby shower. I’ve eaten fajitas, and I’ve even eaten a Thanksgiving-style dinner. Our entire family has been repeatedly devoured my mosquitoes, and we’ve made a million memories that have included two fireworks shows and a small family pyramid made by our Dad and his siblings.
Somewhere in the middle of all of it, my husband and I escaped the hustle, and we went on our very first drawn-from-the-jar date: we walked around downtown in the city and ate sushi together. Our first date in neither of us can remember HOW long.
A million pictures to come.
For now, I’m back on the road to doctor visits. But the minute I get back I have a date with my computer and my couch. After that, I’m tackling my neglected house.
You see: I’ve been talking with family.
And family won’t keep.
Right?
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