Twosies
“Now the parking lot is empty
Everyone’s gone someplace
I pick you up and in the trunk I’ve packed
A cooler and a 2-day suitcase
Cause there’s a place we like to drive
Way out in the country
Five miles out of the city limit we’re singing
And your hand’s upon my knee.”— Indigo Girls, “Power of Two”
So I had moment in the car last night, between stops to get a cheeseburger for the cat at one place, and chicken for the hoomins at another.
NPR was on the radio, and my hand fell from the gearshift to the passenger side.
I had a strong memory of someone I knew a long time ago. Almost felt like he was there at that moment.
It passed quickly. As feeling calm often does.
Made me think about how I say my lucky number is three. But maybe it’s two.
After all, I’ve had two jobs I’ve loved … two apartments I’ve loved … and two men I’ve, well, gotten all warm and fuzzy about.
Wonder if the third would be the charm or if I should just quit while I’m ahead.