Slice of Life Tuesday is hosted by Stacey and Ruth at Two Writing Teachers
On Saturday morning I unloaded four book bags from my van and hauled them up to my office. I made neat piles, fixed myself a cup of coffee, and then got to work.
It was slow going. Every once in a while I glanced out of the window and took in the same old view of a dreary winter day in New Jersey. A neighbor's cat sauntered onto our patio and paused for a bit to clean his paws and survey the scene. With not a bird or squirrel in sight to provide entertainment, even he looked bored. Turning back to my journals, I heard my phone "ping" - incoming message! It was my daughter, Elizabeth, first a photograph:
and then a message: "I'm in a cafe right now, working on my paper. Sooo cool...It was a big folk place back in the 60's and 70's. Bob Dylan played here! I so hope you can come so that I can show you all these places I've discovered!" My mind wandered to this wonderful looking place somewhere in London. I could just picture Elizabeth, all her books and papers spread out on a big, pub-like table, having her coffee, too, and working away. Just like I was. So...I went back to it.
Within the hour, my phone "pinged" again. This time it was my son Ben, finally responding to a text message I had sent early that morning asking how he was. In typical Ben fashion, the message was succinct and to the point: "Great!" Followed by the reason why:
So there he was, hiking somewhere in the Marin headlands above San Francisco - and I could momentarily feel a part of his life as well.
How strange to be so far apart and yet so connected. Strange, and beautiful, too.