LAUREL COUNTY, Ky. —
“The 27th. That’s a Thursday. Owen has swim until 7, Evan has baseball sign up. I should be able to squeeze that in at 8 if Avah’s 7:30 feeding goes well.”
This fascinates me and I wonder how all that can be organized in her head. Does she see little file folders set up in a row, one for each child? Is there is a big yearly calendar scanned in there? Should I test her next time we meet and ask her what day of the week April 27, 2015 is? Will she already have plans for it?
Half the time, even with all my documenting, I don’t cross reference different compartments in my life — work, friends, house, vacation, birthdays, cars, what have you —so I’ll make plans with a friend for a walk thinking my day is completely free until I realize, whoops, I’ll be in Lexington getting my car serviced at that exact time.
But I try. God knows I try. And as I get ready to checkmark the note in my day timer that says “write column,” I’ll look at it a little differently this time, perhaps even more fondly than I normally do. Because, like the coffee spoons, what that mark really represents is a little piece of life passing and that, small though it may be, deserves a moment of recognition.