apropos of nothing
September 29, 2005
You Can Too Choose
Tuesdays.
No matter how weird my schedule has become, no matter how much work I didn't finish on the weekend, or how far behind a night off will put me, I always try to make time for Tuesday dinner.
Sometimes it is just the three of us. Sometimes four. More.
We move easily in and out of conversation. Drop threads and loop back to pick them up hours later. We talk over and around each other, demand to be heard, and stop to listen as circumstance warrants.
Someone cooks. Someone makes the salad. Someone sets the table and pours the wine.
We taste and test and sample and offer our opinions.
"Not enough salt."
"Some cardamom would be good."
"Do you have any balsamic? I think that would work."
We chatter while we eat and wave our hands in the air to draw attention to our point. We talk politics and sex and boys and girls and work and nail polish and movies and books.
And some days we don't much talk at all. Some days just being in the room together is all that we can muster, and enough.
It's new to me, this constancy, this chaotic, impolite, loud and loving time together. This version of family.
It is new to me. But I like it, and I always try to make time for it.
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