Tomorrow, I’m off to watch a college graduation. Of the youngest one. Yep, I’m that old.
I can’t pay attention to age implications. I am just so… dazed. A college graduation of your youngest is one of those moments you cannot even imagine as you’re trying to get her out of the womb.
Kid, you made it out. You’re good now.
A sudden reconfiguration of schedules has created absolute chaos here, on Ocean. Our family will be there, cheering her, yes, that was set four years ago. We assumed she would graduate. [And guess, what, we will be celebrating law and grad degrees for her sister, same time, same place. Oh, the champagne that all this warrants!] But after the celebrations? We have decided on a road trip of sorts, as she and I will rumble along from the east to the Midwest and then, later in the summer, from the Midwest to the Pacific coast.
In the months between, there’s much ocean and continent crossing and, let’s not forget, there’s teaching, grading and all the other incidentals of work.
And a move.
Am I crazy?
And yet, if you hung with me today, you’d think this was just one of those ordinary, laid-back, late spring days.
I called my traveling companion of the velo trip.
Ed, I have a million errands to run and I am leaving tomorrow and, well, I could use some company.
Yes, of course, just hurry up because I have a million errands to run.
I’ll be there in a few.
The AAA on the far far west side. I need maps for my road trip!
Don’t you have an AAA across the street from where you live?
I do??? I never noticed! Why didn’t you let me know earlier??
I figured you knew what you were doing.
I’m not sure Ed ever believes I know what I am doing, but it’s a good line.
We’re at the mall. I am canvassing endless stores for, well, for stuff. Stuff does not interest Ed. He falls asleep sprawled out on a bench at Banana Republic. Three young things stand nearby, chatting as if he wasn’t there. And they are right. Ed is snoring.
We are outside now.
It is about to rain!
We will get wet.
Is it okay to be wet on a motorbike?
Only a little worse than being wet on a regular bike.
We get wet. He’s wrong. Being wet on a bike sucks more than this. The rain is warm, the sky changes patterns, all is okay.
I'm flying east tomorrow.
All is okay. All is okay.