Dad's first question was if his mother still had a telephone. I didn't tell him Halma died close to thirty years ago. He was worried she wouldn't know he'd be arriving on the bus. He didn't think he had any clothes or shoes that fit, and no money for a haircut. Dad did not want to arrive in Pierce without a nice haircut.
I was worrying about Danger Baby's inlaws in St. Louis, and tuned in the Weather Channel for tornado news. Dad was worrying about getting to the depot on time. It's all about needing more time, or thyme:
Just In Time
By Jule Styne, Adolph Green, Betty Comden, performed by Dudley Moore
Just in time
you’ve found me
just in time
Before you came my time was running low
I was lost the losing dice were tossed
My bridges all were crossed nowhere to go
Thank heaven in all the tossed airplanes no lives were lost!
© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder
2 comments:
Sending you love. Your light heart is handling the darker truths of life so well, dear.
I saw Bells are Ringing as a live production some years ago in Ohio and recently re-watched the movie...until I fell asleep or the CD froze, can't remember. Sort of like life.
Keep hanging in there Collagemama! Your dad's thoughts sound like a variation on one of those dreams of trying to get to the college exam on time, or trying to get on the airplane with messed up baggage. He might be waking up to a nicer reality in his own dreams.
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