I learned that one of my neighbor’s cars got totaled on the turnpike,
and I felt the discussion was a bit rushed, as we had to leave.
Mom does most of the conversing in those situations -
I tend to stand a ways away and say little.
The neighbor, after assuring us that the only thing permanently harmed was the car,
inquired about my eldest sister, who has been in hospital quite often
and had, in fact just come home from a procedure this week.
Our goodbyes said, we went to Bethel, where I was on schedule to usher.
It was a good service, both music and message, although I couldn’t seem to
shake a feeling of not having done something all the afternoon -
an open loop of sorts that wouldn’t close itself.
Maybe I’m feeling the impending approach of Tuesday,
the nagging sensation of it never being enough,
the anger and seeming futility of any and/or all effort expended at work.
My next vacation needs to be in solitude.
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