11 October 2006

Lunch Break

Your boss is gone so you decide to take a full hour for your lunch break today. Outside it's the perfect sort of day; your favorite fall weather. The air is cool and a little damp and the wind is just strong enough so it's more than a breeze but doesn't leave your hair wild and smelling like dirt. A homeless man is playing the saxophone and the melody follows you down the street and around the block. While you're standing on the corner, waiting for the light to change, a single red leaf falls at your feet and you're struck by the contrast between its dark edges against the pale pavement. When you catch your image in plate glass windows, the reflection seems more fleeting than usual-- more sad and beautiful, too.

***
I went to Borders today to buy a new Bible. I lost mine some months ago, just up and left it who knows where. For awhile I resisted buying a new one, hoping mine would make its way back, but it never did. And in the meantime, I hobbled along, doing dumb things like reading it on-line and stealing the one off my mom's bedside table.
I found a good, small, no-frills copy and took it to the cash register to pay. The guy behind the counter was quite attractive and funny and didn't have too many pins with dumb slogans attached to his nametag. He was left-handed. He liked my necklace. At the end of the transaction he handed me my change and said I'd ask for your number but it seems like you might be dating the big guy upstairs. I dropped the quarters, dimes, nickels, and pennies all over the floor.
***
There is a pre-school near my office and sometimes, when I'm in luck, I pass the teachers and their small charges on the sidewalk. The 4 and 5 year olds walk hand-in-hand, in two long columns, and their teachers point out the dangers and delights of the city. They are learning to navigate the big wide world.
I take my time on the trip back to the office today, and walk behind them, at their short-legged pace, listening to the happy chatter. Right now I am content with my life and truly, deeply grateful for it. Still, more and more, I think about Jack, Pascal, Emmett and Sebastian -- the small, serious boys with dark hair and bright eyes that I've painted into favorite versions of my future life. Today, I imagine my boys in striped shirts, walking under the changing leaves with these kids in front of me. I wish for someone to hold my hand as we learn to navigate the big wide world together.

06 October 2006

prizefighter

So how'd you meet again?

At Whole Foods. I was ordering a case of tampons, actually.

Really? And you just marched right up and asked him out.

Pretty much. He's new to the city. He's a boxer and he was training for a fight so we haven't been able to get together until now.

Does he have all his teeth?

Yeah. The first time I saw him, I thought "this is the most attractive man I've ever seen." He introduced himself in the frozen food aisle. I almost fainted.

Incredible.

And then the next time I went in and asked him if he'd like to have a beer and gave him my number. He called 4 hours later. And then called again and I was busy, so he called AGAIN a couple days later.

It sounds like in the eyes of this prizefighter, you're a prize worth fighting for. You're going out tonight?

Yes! I think he's scared of coming into the city, though. He wants to meet in Tenleytown. I mean c'mon...who goes on a first date in Tenleytown?

Well...

So I told him that I want him to meet me in Dupont Circle instead. So we'll see how it goes. He's new to the city so I guess I can show him around. I'm definately the one wearing the pants in this realationship.

You wear the pants, he'll wear the boxing gloves, I guess.

02 October 2006

autumnal

Little Rat spent the night on Saturday. He slept on the floor by my bed and offered to vacuum my house the next morning. I didn't have any milk for his cereal.

He was scared, I think, about seeing Crazy A again. He was nervous and shrugged more than usual. Do you ever give Andy food? he asked when I made him lunch. Does Andy know how to ride the subway. Does Andy have to walk home by himself?

Later, when we walked through the neighborhood, he put his hand on my back everytime we passed a bum.