tracks

School started so now most of my day is free. I must decide what fills the hours between 8:00a.m. and 3:00p.m. It's a little disconcerting. Probably how East Germany felt when the wall fell down. Now what?

My son on the other hand has every minute planned. Bus ride, color, recess, math, lunch, science, recess, music, etc., etc., bus ride. We are now on different trains.

I like to think of our lives that way. As trains following a track. When there is a Y in your track you must choose, then accept the view until another Y presents itself.

My husband is going somewhere completely different than either my son or me. Across town, over the mountain, and into the big blue. IBM, not the ocean. But soon that ride will be over. He's been disengaged, dissuaded, discouraged, dis . . . I'm not really sure, but soon he'll be layed off.

Soon he and I will be on the same track. It's been years since we've ridden together and I'm looking forward to it. I'm not sure how we'll fill the hours, but my wish is that when the next Y comes around we'll keep riding together.

All aboard.

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