Monday, January 31, 2011

The last day of the first month of the new year.

I want a date that takes me to a mall or bookstore, laughing and pulling one another, hands intertwined, to the dictionary section, plucking out the latest Webster's and looking up a word that he said or she said and the other challenged, all the while laughing in that giddy way that first daters hope for and second and third daters are finally comfortable enough around each other to have. Whether its 'Pasching' or 'haranguing' we'll fight over how it's spelt and maybe even think about asking a sales attendant or Googling it but instead being satisfied in the archaic tale of our junior high selves that actually used to look up words instead of using dictionary.com. It becomes a laughing-out-loud people-staring-as-they-walk-by riot and his red shirt compliments my gray top so well it's as if we were made to sit on that bench and read words and share definitions with one another if only to have something that we could look back upon and say That was It. That was when I knew we had begun.

And the quote from Charles Dickens' Great Expectations crept into her mind, even though she hadn't ever taken the time to read the book, she remembered the passsage:

That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it and think how different its course would have been. Pause, you who read this, and think for a long moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on that memorable day.

1 comment:

  1. absolutely love this!
    seriously, you have a book for me to read by J? I would love it.

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