At the top of 8 year old Pam’s To Do list: “1. Get up.” Yes, number two, then three, etc. followed.
We laughed at #1. It’s so obvious. So funny, for a little kid to think of that.
Last night I laid awake thinking about a granddaughter hitting middle school next year. That idea led to considering the lack of neighborhood friends, like I had, for all four grandkids. My brain kept going. Maybe I had said the wrong things in an earlier conversation with Mike. His job has been so stressful because of company policies over covid illnesses. The pillow was soft but sleep didn’t come as I continued to try to figure out the imperfections of the past week.
Because I was wide awake, I went for a relaxing walk outside. The stars and moon lit the street. When I came back into the dark house, Duane greeted me, half awake. “Come back to bed.”
We both, finally, slept. The alarm went off, too few hours later.
Duane pulled his body out from under the blankets. He works a full day today. I change the bed on Fridays. Go to class, figure out dinner, contact Bible study ladies, do my lesson for Bible study, clean the kitchen floor where the sour cream tub leaked. I should call the company that’s starting that project on the sunroom. I have things to do on a mental list.
After the restless night I didn’t want to leave the warm soft sheets. But I did. I sliced an apple for Duane’s lunch. He wanted to show me something on the computer. I yanked the sheets off the bed and got the first load of wash started.
I waved goodbye to Duane as his car pulled out of the driveway. I smiled, remembering Pam’s #1.