Thursday, October 18, 2012

in my tribe


Early, I felt Alexi disentangle himself from me, as he does every morning. I lay in bed a while longer, surfacing from my dream, trying to remember where I was, stretching, emerging to thoughts about the day. When the scent of coffee wafted into the bedroom, I made my way downstairs to make oatmeal and get going with the day.

On the walk from the car into school, the kids and I got to talking about the election, spurred by a yard sign we passed. Cal, holding my hand as we walked, asked questions about the presidency. “Does the President have to live in the White House, or could he live elsewhere?” “Does the President make as much money as Dad?” I thought to myself, “His paradigm for life is exclusively, or mostly, in the personal, in home, in the survival of one’s family.”

With my head full of thoughts about the particulars of the presidency, I headed to a favorite neighborhood café, a place where I suppose you could call me a regular. The scent of bacon suffused the sunlight-flooded room as I walked in. I met up with my friend Kira, who I know from Abbott’s preschool days a surprising number of years ago. Perhaps it was a tribal instinct, my desire to connect with this friend with whom I shared the anxieties of the elementary school admissions process, as I begin looking at middle schools. We drank tea as we talked, and bought after-school snacks for our kids on the way out: blueberry muffins and cookies embedded with candy corns. As there always are at this time of day, there were sets of friends scattered throughout the café. I saw a woman I recognized from school, there with her preschooler having a snack. Some people sat alone, reading; some worked at laptops. The same kind of scene you could see, midmorning, at neighborhood cafés everywhere, I expect.

Midday, I ran errands at an outdoor shopping area. Today was one of those days that makes autumn famous – optic blue sky, a slight chill in the sunny air, color-coordinated piles of leaves embellishing the sidewalks. I replenished my stock of Bad Gal mascara. I bought Cal a book entitled Cheerful I knew he’d love, got Abbott a pair of jeans, socks for everyone. I stopped in the candy store, as I invariably do. I have always loved candy indiscriminately. I have a particular weakness for Halloween sweets: the candy corns, the little orange candy pumpkins with green stems.

When I got home and checked the mail, I inhaled sharply at the unexpected surprise of a new Lego catalog, just as I knew Cal would, and did, when I handed it to him after school.

Then there was hockey practice, with players in pink laces and pink stick tape for Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

Now, before too much time passes, I’ll find my way back into bed, looking out for a minute at the same kinds of lights on passing boats I saw when I got up this morning, and entwine myself with Alexi for safekeeping.



8 comments:

Penelope P. said...

Lecia-I love your writing. Thank you for brightening my day! Penny L in Dorset U.Kxxx

Anonymous said...

You need to write a book!

I became a fan of your blog a little over a year ago and I just love it. I also live in the NW (Portland) so I feel a connection in that way, but more importantly it's your beautiful writing. I guess you'd have to contribute that to the content of your writing as well. You seem very thoughtful in the way you live your life and raise your family. That doesn't always happen these days.

Thanks for always sharing!

Kindly - Jess

likeschocolate said...

Lovely recount of your day!

country girl said...

xoxoxo

Di Hunter said...

I am blessed (I think) that your blog arrives into my inbox at the end of my day, around 10 pm. I miss you when you miss a day.. :-) Your exceptionally reflective way of observing your life and the events of your days soothes me at the end of my day and encourages me to look back at the way I raised my own children - (they are much more mature than your boys and now I have grandchildren to help raise) I loved those days in my seemingly smaller and safer world when school and sport were the most we had to think about and I watched the seasons as you do and loved my children seeing them change and shape themselves in their experience of life. As always your posting is beautiful, soothing and poetic in its rhythm and tone. Thanks .

Lecia said...

Your comments mean the world to me - thank you so much! xox

julie Thrapp said...

The oatmeal is delicious, warm, perfect for a fall or winter morning. I added bittersweet chocolate b/c i like it with oatmeal and strawberries so... My sister's took me to Volunteer Park when i was visiting them last december. It's now a favorite. We don't have neighborhood cafe's here in Wenatchee which is too bad but i get to enjoy some wonderful food when visiting my sisters in Seattle.
Thank you for passing on good information along with sharing your day.

KPiep said...

I love the magic of my coffee shop...

For my girls it's the American Girl Doll catalog....

Your description of surfacing for sleep is very similar to how I describe it!