This is the third go-around of this once in 50 years or so aspect for me. The first conjunction, back in March '08, my beloved Fluff ran off to join the circus and for two weeks I walked around bent over clutching my belly praying/hoping/wishing he would come back. He didn't.
Second pass was in July when I was taking line dancing classes at the Senior Center in Silver City. I had dropped a rock on my left little toe and was dancing in bare feet. At least three of the women taking the class told me to beware of dancing like that, for reasons I can't remember. They were very solicitous in a way my own mother never was and if I'd been doing this blog at the time I'd have mentioned it.
Today, third and final pass, thank you Jesus thank you God, could almost pass un-noticed. I'm here in New York and the 11-month old I came to this country to babysit for in 1963 came down from Cambridge for the weekend. She'd asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I'd told her the French day-by-day appointment book I'd gotten at Rizzoli last year in January for half price. They didn't have it and we ended up at the Borders on 57th and Park, where she got me a beautiful soft leather even though it's purple 2009 date book which feels absolutely right in my hands that I'm very happy with. I let her buy me that, I let her buy me a decaf coffee in the Gotham Coffee House at Second and 60-something and then I let her buy the Sweet Pea more marbles at the toy shop on 79th and First. Is that mothering? I don't know, but I have a feeling it's as close as I'm going to get.
And if that IS it, for the third and final pass until 2059, thank you God, thank you Jesus.
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