Yeah, yesterday was one of those days that really, your best bet is to end it and go to bed early. We didn't get to do that though. I went to my dentist appointment. Shortest one that I ever had. The insurance that is 'accepted everywhere, by everyone' is not accepted at my dentist. I had not even considered that possibility.
Tim had his work physical. It was a two hour drive so I went with him. The appointment was long too. We allowed ourselves extra time because of the heavy rains (flooding in some areas), and were shocked to discover that the 4:45 appointment time given to us by the company was wrong. His appointment was actually at 5:30. The appointment itself took an hour and a half. There was a lot of reading time there. Unfortunately, I had not brought a book. I flipped through some old magazines while I waited.
After the physical was done, we stopped for a bite to eat, and headed the two hours back home. It was pouring and dark and New York State's roads were rife with potholes, a sign of our poor economy. It used to be just the opposite: you could tell when you hit the New York State line even without the sign, because Pennsylvania's roads were bad, theirs well maintained. So we bumped and rattled along, the rain and the fog making it very hard to see what was ahead of us. The radio faded in and out but just as we entered the Seneca Nation, an oldies station came through clearly. We listened to Harry Chapin sing 'Taxi'. I sang along ('another man might have been angry, another man might have been hurt. Another man never would have let her go. I stuffed the bill in my shirt....' ) It had been years since I heard that song, and it brought back memories. The Doobie Brothers came on to sing 'Black Water', and I sang along with that, as well. That song was popular when I was 16. When I was 16, my father had seen the light and herded us all off to be baptized and confirmed. I took the confirmation classes, but I did not believe. I tried to, because I worried about being struck by lightning when I stood before the church and lied about what I believed. I had to acknowledge the irony. If lightning struck me dead, at least in the one moment of clarity, I could be sure of His existance. The Doobie Brothers assured me that 'old black water keeps on moving,' It had been a comforting thing to think that even when lightning struck me dead at the front of the Episcopal Church, the Mississippi river would continue to run, as it always had. I saw the Doobie Brothers in Erie, with Heart and Rush. Then Cheap Trick sang 'I want you to want me...' and I remembered being stationed in San Antonio and going to see the Texas Jam Fest. I saw Cheap Trick sing that song live. VanHalen came on and I remembered meeting my ex-husband's family for the first time as he graduated from Rutgers. His grandmother, in her 70s had sung 'Jump' as we waited to be served at a crowded restaurant. It was hilarious. Then Aerosmith was singing 'Dream On', and I was remembering what it was like to be 18 and realizing that 'dream on, dream on, dream until your dreams come trruuuuuuuueee,' was a load of horse pucky. It might happen if you're Steven Tyler, but it wasn't going to work like that for a skinny shy girl from podunk Pennsylvania.
Life has its highlights and its big moments, and they are grand, although few and far between for most of us. But the small moments also make up a life, and I realized that I had a ton of those to think on. For awhile, in a dark car, I listened to old music and I sifted through those glittery small moments, reliving little pieces of my life.
Deep in the Seneca Nation, we lost that station. It began to fade, and the static started. Tim hit the seek button, and Beyonce was singing about single ladies. The spell was broken. We continued driving on, in heavy rain, fog so thick that you couldn't see what was ahead. We hit some bone jarring potholes. Our two hour drive home took closer to three, but in the end, we made it home safely.