Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement.
— Alice Koller
Flashback: Morning Rush Hour Coffee Clutch Runners
With children your mornings are no longer scheduled and planned. They are a carny-inspired house of mirrors attraction filled to the rafters with “I forgot”, “I need”, and “Oh shit!” So like so many other days I was late, only this day I was at risk of missing an early meeting scheduled for me by an E-Suite admin. And as luck would have it, I was on a life-trajectory that intersected with THEM.
You’ve seen THEM, haven’t you? The Coffee Clutch Runners? If you’re not familiar with them, they are 30-to-40 something moms who get together after the kids have gotten on the school bus and their husbands have trudged into the office to run while they gossip. They are outfitted in the latest running gear in this seasons colors, perfectly coiffed and perfectly made up. Yes, made up. Because we know that running in public during daylight hours requires full waterproof coverage.
As I drove through the neighborhood, I kept seeing this flash of neon and paisley through the trees. When I got a little further down the road I groaned after coming to the aneurysm-inducing realization that there was a Bedazzled Bevy of Boobs stretched 5 wide, running with traffic, dead ahead. Visions of flying silicone and hair extensions danced in my head. I had to keep myself entertained with the horrible yet amusing scenes playing out in my mind because they were immovable. They wouldn’t move over. They wouldn’t split up. And they didn’t give a damn that I was late for work. Continue reading