weeks of a brand new life. As you pass their big boxy RV in the slow lane, you peek in and notice a wrinkly driver in a tight ballcap and baggy pink shirt steering fiercely with a big twinkle in her eye. Your brain backflips as you daydream about your last day of work ...
Or maybe itâs a family station wagon filling up at the pumps with a canoe on the roof and sleeping bags in the window. Theyâre heading up north the same way you are and inside two kids play video games in crumbs and juice stains as baby chews Cheerios and falls fast asleep. You glance at your boyfriend riding shotgun and he looks up innocently and smiles ...
Yes, seeing a license plate from your home in a place far, far away is just a little winking reminder that weâre all joined from the edge of our driveway to the edge of your driveway. Dusty towns, big cities, open fields , and tree-lined lanes may lie between us ... but the truth is weâre all in this together: bouncing in cars, swerving down roads , spinning in place, flying through space.
AWESOME!
The moment on vacation when you forget what day of the week it is
Letâs see here.
Saturday we got here. Sunday we did nothing. Then after that we did nothing. The next day we did nothing. And weâre doing nothing now.
AWESOME!
Hanging out with your mom
My mom and I saw a movie the other night.
I zoomed up the highway from my downtown apartment and she got a lift through the quiet side streets of my hometown. She had a big smile when I got there and was waiting in the lobby wearing lipstick and a cream cable-knit sweater . She had the tickets prepurchased and a purse packed with white chocolate, mixed nuts , and two bottles of water.
A plump nâ perky assistant manager with curls waterfalling out of her tight ballcap ripped our tickets and pointed us down the hall. We passed a couple glossy-eyed teens holding mops and had a quick discussionâWhere do you want to sit? Where do you want to sit? Wherever you want to sitâbefore grabbing a couple in the middle of the red plushy tundra .
Now, my momâs five feet tall so her legs dangled from the chair, her clean gray spongy-soled sneakers swaying like a kid on a swing set. We chatted, chilled, and chowed down on chocolate before leaning back for the start of the show.
My mom fell asleep in twenty minutes.
I elbowed her softly and her eyes popped open. She looked at me, laughed guiltily , and whispered in a mock-cranky tone, âItâs past my bedtime!â She then watched a few more minutes before dozing off again. After a couple more elbow jabs, I eventually just let her go.
When the credits started rolling and the houselights turned up we put on our coats and made our way down. âSo what did you think of the ending?â I asked with a big smile. âI liked the way they wrapped things up,â she straight-faced back, holding the metal handrail and single-stepping down the stairs.
I drove her home down the quiet, wet-slicked roads , through empty intersections, past my old school and the park where my sister and I had soccer practice. When we reached the house, she smiled groggily, gave me a big hug , and said come back soon.
As I zipped down the highway into the bright city lights my brain photo-flashed back ... to blurry images of latenight rides through those same empty intersections, photos flashing from front-row seats at school plays , and cold wobbly lawn chairs sitting patiently for hours on the sidelines of rainy soccer practices ...
AWESOME!
When the person youâre meeting is even later than you are
Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap.
Youâre late.
Racing, running , rushing, youâre checking your watch and picturing your friend tapping their foot and rolling their eyes while waiting for you.
Thatâs why itâs great when you arrive hot, sweaty, and breathless just before they rush around the corner hot, sweaty, and breathless too.
Now no one has to feel