Emma called from school this morning. She’d forgotten to bring her indoor shoes, could I bring them right away? I sighed. I was sitting in front of the computer, in my pj’s, hot coffee in hand, and the sunlamp on my face.
Of course I can honey.
I herded Sarah upstairs and we got dressed. It was misty outside, raining, but not quite raining. We had our rubber boots, and made a point of stepping in every puddle we could. Sarah’s hand was warm in mine. I asked her how she did that. How can you have such toasty hands on such a cool morning? She found that very funny. Because I keep my hands in my sleeves, she said laughing.
We heard a cardinal singing and saw him high in a treetop. We’ve been seeing robins with increasing frequency.
I took deep thirsty breaths and enjoyed the feeling of the humidity in the air.
We dropped off the running shoes to a much-appreciative sock-footed girl and made our way to the village. It was too nice a morning to go home right away. We stopped at Bridgehead to check on the status of the wallet. It is the third day of the Trust Experiment. And it is still there. There was a fellow working on this computer right in front of it. I had to lean over him to reach it.
“So you’re the wallet woman,” he said. “I heard you on the radio.”
I laughed. I guess I’ll always be known as the wallet woman.
I am keeping track of the wallet in the comments of the original post, but if you’re interested you might like to know that there’s $45.00 in the wallet now. I will have to go back later today and add another sheet of paper in there too. People have left many wonderful comments.
And now… the laundry is calling. I was under the weather yesterday and have a whole bunch of catching up to do today, not just laundry, but life in general.
