We just got home from a before dinner walk on what feels like a perfect summer night. The path is lined with leaves thanks to the warm breeze that's blowing. The sun slipped away around mile 2 leaving us in the dark. In a couple weeks, it will be dark before we set out as we march toward solstice. I'm a broken record, but honestly won't someone stop this train. Tell me you know that John Mayer song? It's one of his best.
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We're at Little Hills Lake floating around on rafts on a sunny day. Ted is three and just happy to sit on the water cycle aka jet ski even though it's tethered to the pier and not going anywhere. Charlie's content at Nanny's feet part of the party and dry. Soon we'll climb the ten flights of stairs for gloaming on the deck. We all got swimmer's itch, the rocks in the shallows rubbed our feet raw, it was hotter than Hades and we had no air, my brother was almost decapitated by the ceiling fan in the middle of the night (he was Ted's bunk mate), and yet it was THE best week of the year. No inkling of Lily on the way or Nanny's limited time. So scared of getting older. I'm only good at being young.
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We rolled into Madison Saturday morning and were immediately accosted by the 5 story naked Trump hung from a crane on the way into campus. That folks is the definition of deplorable, but it didn't dampen my mood because I believe this kind of distasteful antic exposes the real anti-democracy in our midst. No I'm not colorblind. I know the world is black and white.The streets are abuzz for Homecoming and driving through town is like a moving reel of all the once were and has beens. So many ghosts, but only a few goblins. We were in Madison for some time with Lily's friends and their parents. It was a fun day with a great group of people...some new, some known, and always far fewer than six degrees of separation between us a fact I find comforting. I felt old. I am old. So I play this numbers game to find a way to say that life has just begun.
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We graduated and got season tickets along with all of our friends...his, mine and soon enough just ours. We never missed a game without good reason for the better part of a decade. It seems like yesterday and also forever ago. How is this possible? To be so close and so far away. Try to keep an open mind. I just can't sleep on this tonight.
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We didn't stay for the game and were home by halftime to watch from our den. We had a room and may have scored some tickets, but I knew the pre-game would be enough. And while a small part of me wanted to stay, it was the right choice to head home. Enough is such an interesting, self realized concept. The girls were toast after the game anyway. Stop this train. I want to go home again.
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Sunday we woke up refreshed and mostly ready to go. We had to make a candy run because I brought what I had for the girls. Mums, pumpkins and pumpkin bars too. Chicken, cold brew, and homemade vinaigrette as well. Trick or treaters were out in force and it made my heart happy to see all the kids who have moved into the neighborhood in the last few years running around in bands. I may or may not have dressed up like a kitty. My brother and sister in law came late afternoon to watch our other team...the Packers, and I finally got to make them my new star recipe...smash-burger tacos that are a serious game changer. Ted came home from a day of football with the boys. We played some cards and caught up. His CPA exam went well. Don't stop this train. Don't for a minute change the place you're in.
John honestly we'll never stop this train.
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