1.29.19

Traveling by train to NYC today for a meeting and work dinner.  Dropped J off at school - today was a special "dress down" day and my normally tidy Catholic student, looked so casual headed off in his Teen Titans Go shirt and sweatpants!   R is traveling, Lauriene is covering tonight and I will do it tomorrow.  I normally don't jot down the minutia of our life but today it felt right.  My life.  January 2019.   However mundane, life rolls on, comprised of big and little moments.  Travels and Target.  Ordinary and Extraordinary.

I read Hour Glass on the train.   Embedded in the book are various poems and other passages from writers.   This one from page 19:

It could have happened.
It had to happen.
It happened earlier. Later.
Nearer. Farther off.
It happened, but not to you.
You were saved because you were the first.
You were saved because you were the last.
Alone. With others.
On the right. The left.
Because it was raining. Because of the shade.
Because the day was sunny.

You were in luck -- there was a forest.
You were in luck -- there were no trees.
You were in luck -- a rake, a hook, a beam, a brake,
A jamb, a turn, a quarter-inch, an instant . . .

So you're here? Still dizzy from
another dodge, close shave, reprieve?
One hole in the net and you slipped through?
I couldn't be more shocked or
speechless.
Listen,
how your heart pounds inside me.

Wislawa Szymborska