It was a decent week. My feet hurt, my voice is tired...
but I think we are off to a good start.
When I get home in the afternoon I give my sweet Stormy
a treat and a hug and then pop to the garden for a very quick check and an even faster
photo or two with my phone.
But it's the ride home each day that has been interesting.
I don't have a long commute. I teach in the town I grew up in...15 minutes door to door in good traffic.
I only mind it in winter when I leave in the dark or drive on black ice or in a snowstorm.
Other than that, I am very lucky!
But recently my commute has become different.
The radio in my 2002 Volvo Wagon stopped working this summer.
One day dancing at the stop sign, next day...a whole lot of nothing.
And I'll tell you, it's true that sometimes you don't miss something til it's gone.
I am so used to listening to the radio that sometimes I actually think I am hearing a song. It's like a ghost song. It's like the feeling you have when you have been wearing your sunglasses on your head, have taken them off, and you have the sensation they are still there.
But today on the way home I was enjoying the peace.
I was enjoying the late August sunshine, windows down, comfortable breeze.
And I was thinking about the seasons.
When I think about my life, I feel like I have lived through soooooo many seasons. So many winters and springs....so many summers and falls. A bazillion right?
But then I thought of my age (47...no comments please), and I suddenly realized how small I really am.
Forty seven summers? That's it? But I have so many summer memories....all the way back to the diaper man delivering diapers for my baby brother. Only 47 years worth. Wow.
You may think I am kidding, but I am not.
As James Taylor wasn't there to entertain me...no Carol King, no Pink, no Vivaldi, no Dave Mathews...
my mind was processing....over-processing perhaps, that the number of years I have experienced seasons just doesn't match up with the vast catalog of memories that sit so close to the surface.
So I spent my almost 20 minute commute (Cape Cod holiday weekend traffic) contemplating this.
And I have decided that the mind is much more amazing than I ever thought it was.
I have decided the brain is a rock star.
And I am so excited by the brain's ability to store memories almost as well as Dewey Decimal, that I am now thinking of all the seasons I will create new memories...more smiles, more laughter, more hugs.
And I can't help but dance.