today, i am sitting at the computer like i do every morning-afternoon just after i wake up. i'm wearing my cozy, blue, geisha-inspired old navy pajama pants, and my non-matching black sweater with the snowflakes on the arms. trying to keep warm here. i'm sniffly. finger tips are numb.
it's completely quiet. no neighbor sounds. no dogbark. no kids. no icecream truck. just the hum of my ailing computer and my fingers on the keys. and my sniffling.
i stop.
listen.
and there it is: ireland sighs and i'm still here.
yesterday, i wrote my christmas shopping list on the back of a receipt, over a pint of guinness at a city centre pub. and i did the same thing: i stopped. listened. and i was surrounded by northern irish idle chit chat. i set down my pen after writing "mom: something irish" (like everyone else). took a sip of guinness. looked around at all the people unaware of me. smiled. picked up the pen again. wrote i'm still here. folded up the receipt and shoved it in my pocket.
it is friday. friday is where i am. where you are. and it is all we have today.
Posted by bananie at December 13, 2002 12:00 AM | TrackBack
i'm gonna miss ayerland, annie.
i'm gonna miss it, too.