Well, we're still going to have a Post Office in Lloyd but for only four hours a day and we are going to have a sidewalk to nowhere but maybe eventually the county will have enough money for it to go somewhere and the meeting was about as funny as I thought it would be and the poor P.O. representative was smashed against the wall, both literally and figuratively in the packed, tiny lobby of where we collect our mail as theories were advanced and complaints made and worries were aired and misconceptions were liberally tossed about.
The sidewalk is not going through my front yard and I guess I'm grateful. I don't really care. Frankly, I don't really care about much right now although that's not entirely true. I do actually care about a lot of things but they are, in my estimation at least, the Big Things such as guess who is walking now?
Yeah, that's right. Gibson Monroe Hartmann. He just figured out that he could and then he did and now he's all proud of himself and clapping his hands and walking just like a man, okay, maybe a drunk man but still. He's a primate who can walk upright!
I also care about his brother because, well, he's my beloved grandson and he charms and delights me.
They are beautiful, those boys. I care about them a LOT.
And I care about a friend of mine whose ex-husband is dying who went down to the hospital where he was and helped arrange everything for him to go into hospice and scrubbed his house and even his vegetable drawer because she's that kind of person. Sure, they've been divorced forever but he's the daddy of her sons and that's the kind of person I love and care about- the kind that cares and loves.
I do not, however, give one damn shit about the election/selection/detection of the new pope. Can you even imagine caring? Maybe if I was the official pope shoemaker I would care. Which I am not. Stupid old men in dresses acting like they know what god wants. What a load of crap.
Whoa! Where did THAT come from?
I do care about getting ready to go to the island. Yes. I am selfish but sometimes a gal's just gotta let go and go to the island. I'm in go-mode. I spent a crazy amount of money at the grocery store buying a whole lot of stuff we won't eat and I don't care about that, either. I'm doing one last load of laundry and I've got food in bins and food ready to go in a cooler and I'm going to pack my overalls and my Goodwill cashmeres and books galore. I'm excited.
Hopefully, by this time tomorrow we'll be there and unpacked and it'll be a cozy nest for me and my husband and we'll watch the Great Blue Heron right out the back door fishing for his supper. Maybe we'll see the osprey dive and catch fishes and maybe we'll see him carry them home to his mate. We might see the bald eagles and we might see the tiny shore birds that scurry before us as we walk. Maybe we'll see a shark and if we do, Owen showed me what to do which is to swim like hell. Not that I plan on being in the water but just in case...
Maybe we'll see dolphins and we'll surely see sunsets and maybe we'll hear the wind whistling through the dunes as we lay in our bed and I'll have my books stacked up beside me on the bedside table and since Mr. Moon will be there, the poltergeist which inhabits the house will not show up and scatter them about as she has been known to do when I am there alone.
And once we're there, I am not going to care about the dogs or the garden (which Mr. Moon is working in right this second) and I am not going to worry about cholesterol or the sidewalk in Lloyd or the hours of the Post Office. I am not even going to worry about my grandchildren. Their parents can do that just fine.
I'm going to try and not worry about a thing although I believe I may well passionately care about many things such as my score in gin rummy, whether or not to eat chips with salsa or Wheat Thins with humus, and mostly my husband. Well, it's a plan.
I love being on an island because the proof of the world flowing on with or without me is so very tangible and there is nothing for it but for me to appreciate all that flowing of wind and of water and to know that yes, I am here now but someday I will not and the sun will set with just as much fire and glory when I'm gone and that holds true for presidents and popes and saints and all us regular sinners alike.