Under Construction
My brother Mark is a great storyteller. I could listen to him telling stories until the cows come home. I say that because Mark and Vera live in Indiana and recently bought a farm.
The other night he called. “You won’t believe the meeting I just went to!” I settled myself into a cozy chair.
I’m not really clear on how Mark got invited to this meeting in the first place. He was talking to his friend, an Amish farmer, and the conversation turned towards goat’s milk and cheese, and before you know it, he was invited to an important meeting about goats that very night.
So Mark picked up his friend and they drove to a house where another Amish farmer lived, and before you know it, there were twenty other Amish farmers in the room.
When Mark tells a story, he fills it up with small but important details. Like, at first he didn’t shake the women’s hands because he thought that was proper etiquette, but then after watching the other men shake their hands he went back and shook the women’s hands after all.
There he was, the only “English” person among all these Amish farmers at a meeting with the one stipulation of being interested in goats. At first the farmer who had invited Mark wondered if he had misstepped by inviting this non-Amish man who did not actually own any goats to the evening’s event, but it became clear that he was being well-received.
According to Mark, the host had a voice as deep as James Earl Jones and with his low rumbling voice he told the group he had just been to the hardware store. While he was there, the conversation turned towards goats. They were talking about a company who makes machinery for the goat business, and this man asked if they could look the company up on the store’s computer since Amish people don’t have computers in their homes.
“Now Mark,” the James-Earl-Jones voice boomed out, “I’m not sure but I think it is really bad when you look up something on the computer and it says,’Under Construction.’ What do you think Mark? That’s bad isn’t it – is that really bad?”
“Well,” Mark answered, trying to choose his words carefully. “I wouldn’t say that it’s really bad when a website says ‘Under Construction’ but it does sort of make you go ‘hmmmm.’”
“Oh I like that Mark!” the host thundered and putting one finger on the side of his face tried it out for himself, “Hmmmm.”
Before the night was over they were planning a road trip to Iowa with my brother driving a large rented van.
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I feel like my life, in some literal and figurative ways, has been under construction lately. Like I’ve been spending a lot of time just looking around, going “hmmmm.”
I think after you go through a death of someone dear, it takes a while to choose to be among the living again. Every day I get up and part of me looks back, missing my mom. The other part of me tries to look forward. It is this part that struggles, but I think it’s normal that it’s hard. I’m told that I really will feel better after time.
The path to healing and the secret of knowing where to look is something I am learning from Alexa. I’ve always said she’s my most profound teacher.
It is 6:59 pm, her shower is done and she and I are sitting on the sofa. She’s got her PJs on. I hear her say “Goodnight Brian” to the anchor of NBC News. She points to the remote control and tells me “Wheel of Fortune”, and I turn the channel from 7 to 4. I reach over to get a blanket so that we can get warm and snuggle together. When Alexa sees the blanket she throws her legs up over mine and leans back against the pillows. I put the blanket over both of us. Our heads draw together and she looks into my eyes.
I have learned to hold this look until her eyes break away which is after quite a long time usually. I see both her eyes dance from one of my pupils to the other and then back to the first one again. She is grinning and makes a laughing kind of sound. There are no words being said between us because our eyes are saying everything. “Joy, joy, joy,” say her eyes. “Love, love, love,” answers mine.
Somewhere in the deepest part of my being, someone whispers, “Just look at now.” These are good days – perhaps even the best – because we are together. Maybe it’s not about looking backwards or forwards but learning to just look at now.