This evening there was a Ground Ginger Debacle in the Cupcake Household which resulted in a sudden and unwanted mad dash to Albertsons by yours truly and on the way home I was fortunate enough to catch Garrison Keillor's, The Writer's Almanac and JUST as he began to read something magnificent by Nadine Gortimer I thought It Is Because Of Moments Like This That I Do Not Feel So Very Alone and he proceeded to read the incredibly perfect way Nadine Gortimer described the worthiness of being a person who tirelessly observes and tries to understand and it was as if he surveyed all the world only to find that one person who could describe my feeling in that moment and as I sat in my car on the dark street outside my house, he went on to read a poem by Christopher Wiseman and it was as if the poet had written it out loud with Garrison listening---he read it so perfectly. With that voice of his. And his perfect cadence. And his occasional profound and poignant sniff.
And I sat there in my car missing everyone I love who I wished could hear what I was hearing and I realized there is just no way to gather it all up and have us all hear what I would like us to hear and so I just have to always continue to LET GO, especially when it feels most impossible. Which brings me to my point and my conclusion:
NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF LAST MINUTE PAIN IN THE ASS FRIDAY NIGHT EMERGENCY ROOM-OUTFIT-WEARING ERRANDS TO THE GROCERY STORE