All Is Well

Drove through horrendous rain but took the back roads and it was okay and got to the airport on time but the plane did not, of course.
I sat in the terminal and read Esquire Magazine for an hour and learned why I do not ever, ever, EVER want to work on the loading docks of a soda company in Detroit, Michigan and watched the people around me. One girl had on a pair of shoes that were SO big they looked like something you could load twelve packs of soda in, not something you would wear on your feet and she was not a very young thing, and she wore her hair in a bun on top of her head and a pair of what we used to call pedal pushers. I guess now they're called Capris. Or something. I think maybe those shoes were the sort you wear to tone as you walk. Her legs were nice and thin. Well, at least compared to those shoes.

My brother got off the plane and I got up and we hugged and we got his luggage and I found the car and we drove to Mother's house and I did not disagree with one thing he said and we didn't talk about anything heavier (as we used to say, boy, I'm old today) than the weather which was heavy enough, although clearing by then.

And I've talked to every one of my kids but one today and made plans for tomorrow night after Jessie's pinning ceremony and been to the store and bought tomatoes at the Costco and now I'm home and it's so gray. Owen's coming at four and I think I'll take a nap.

Heavy. The air is heavy, and I feel heavy but it's okay. I know it's all going to be okay and there's going to be lots of celebrating this weekend.

I was talking to my friend Liz of the West and we agreed that life never really gets easier, it just gets different and that although when you are in your twenties or even thirties, you look ahead and think that at some point things will settle down some, at least, and things will be in place and normal, whatever that is, and you keep waiting but that doesn't happen.

So don't wait. Get used to it.

Love...Ms. Moon