I’m sitting here ALONE in the bar in the lobby of the Westin, the hotel that looks like a silo, in downtown Seattle. I have in front of me my laptop which I haven’t touched since we got off the plane and a pretty lemondrop martini. The Husband took My Kid for a walk so I could have some time to myself. But, I’ve been checking my e-mail and facebook which is good because we’re trying to hook up with some old friends while we are in Seattle. (And of course there was at least one e-mail from someone who used to live in Brooklyn, back home to visit their relatives checking to see if we’re around to get together, and we’re not…) Though I have been here, at this table with my laptop, for some time I have not yet written the blog that I sat down here intending to write. There is so much to process. This is the city where The Husband and I met working in the same theatre. This is where we became engaged, got married, had a baby, bought a house (I felt tears trying to well up behind my eyes this morning at Home Depot, where we drove The Husband’s mother on an errand for some shelf brackets for her apartment, because we spent so much time at Home Depot with our little baby, right after we bought our little house that needed so much work, as we lay the groundwork for the life that we ended up not living in Seattle. I had selected my paint chips…
AND THERE’S MY CELLPHONE RINGING!
“Mom. Dad fell asleep.”
“Are you in the room?”
“Yeah.”
“OK. I’ll be up in a little while and then we’ll go swimming.”
and that’s all she wrote