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On the Way to Somewhere
Just one Metro stop to another
Today has been an off day. Not for any pernicious reason or whatnot, but because it just feels off. It feels like I’m on the Metro, being shuttled between moments, places, people, and time to somehow assemble a life out of the various components provided.
My youngest is off of school this week, and having attended some winter camp in the weekend preceding this (along with a short visit to her sister at university in PA), she’s now in my care. There have been some good conversations as well as some delicate tap-dancing around those issues that affect any in-the-middle-of-it teenage girls. We even managed to sneak in some practice driving in the empty parking lot of a public school nearby.
These are moments, Metro stops if you will, where you can jump off, catch a breath or ten, and then hop back on to whatever the destination ends up being. You get to observe the people around, heads down, rushing about with noses glued to cell phones, and hope they’re finding some meaningfulness from it all. It is, after all, a Friday and not the relaxed jaunt of a Saturday or Sunday in the big city.
