we’ll get to the subject soon enough. i went home this weekend. it had been awhile, maybe about two months or so, so a trip up the interstate was due. some people might not get back as often as i, due to distance either physical or emotional, but i never mind the couple of hours it takes to see where i came from.
nothing fancy this time. no side trips to interesting roadside attractions. just time spent well with the parents, talking and visiting, eating far too much and catching up on local matters. when i visit, when it is just me and my brother’s brood is not around, i sleep in the room i left about ten years ago. the furniture is different, mainly because so much of my bedroom followed me to atlanta, but the space is the same. the ceiling fan remains, the closet is still there, though the doors are new and don’t rattle anymore when opened. but i sleep more soundly there than almost anywhere. the bed seems softer, the sheets cooler. perhaps it is all a part of the psychic architecture of home.
i woke this morning to good breakfast, remaining true to the improvisational discipline i started on friday. you see… today, monday morning early, marks my fourth day without caffeine. and no, it’s not permanent, but i just felt my brain and body could use a break before the taxing to come next weekend. it really started with friday morning, arriving at work too late to have fetched a decent cup o’ joe from the coffee shop across the street and deciding that i would be much better off with water than the toxic evil that drips from the company coffee urns. and so i have remained, just do see if it could be done.
church was attended. i’ve great concerns about the church that helped to raise me. the members are the same as when i was twelve and very few new faces fill the pews. when i was small, the church won awards for growth and promise, but now it seems that promise has not been kept. i owe a great deal of my presentation, of my manner of projecting an idea, to the dynamic speakers that stood behind that podium. and as it is the tradition of the united methodist church to rotate ministers from appointment to appointment, they have all gone in turn to other podiums.
after lunch, i indulged in one of those rarest of delicacies. a nap. a really great nap. you see, i love a good nap. i would be all in favor of a workplace that allowed an hour for lunch, followed by an hour’s nap. i would stay an additional hour later just to have that daily privilege. just give me one of those cot’s like we had in kindergarten or pre-school. i will keep it under my desk. so i had this nap, getting up once at 3pm and realizing i really didn’t need to go. so i got up at 4pm and quickly gathered up my belongings. some shoes, belt, toothbrush… and then i look outside the bathroom window, right to the roof of my father’s garage, and there is this little thing, taking a snooze in the sun. at least i hope it’s just taking a snooze. it doesn’t appear to be moving at all. hmm. so i tapped the glass of the window, just a bit. ah, that got his attention.
the little cat stared at me, and i’m not sure if he could see me actually, or just some moving thing behind the glass. then he popped up, started to dart from the roof to the deck, then stopped to look back at me again. and with that, he leaped across to the deck and was out of sight.
and now i’m back home, rested and fed and amused. ready for another week. what will happen?
