Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Eighty-Six
No alarm. But there are, of course, the birds.
Washing the shower while you’re in the shower.
He’s not as far along as I thought he would be, but also not surprised.
Chai latte with him at a table in the shade. I promise him that I miss him, but I assure him that he’s in a much better place.
We never have a glass of wine at lunch, but today is the right kind of day for it.
I tell him that I’ve been daydreaming about a day in practice where I say to the girls, “I want you to remember four numbers: 29-22 and 8 of 18,” and then we shoot free throws for two hours.
I thank him for giving me space in the op ed section of the paper. He tells me I’m a good writer and that they need good writing. I ask him what the paper is looking for. He asks me, “Well, what do you want to write?”
I tell them that my spirit feels a bit renewed, seeing all of these people who also love books and writing.
Did I just talk to Francis Ford Coppola?
Every once in a while I remember that I do live in a magical place.
See what happens when you decide?
