Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Seventy-Four
Game Day. Again.
I run all of the logistics through my mind. We have one more than yesterday, but also the other driver have a big enough car that we should be just fine. That car has snacks. I still have the med kit and the basketballs. Will I be able to watch a little bit of the boys’ tournament before we leave?
Quiet office with the lights off. I talk to her while she drives to the airport. Something about us just keeping this part of our day consistent.
He tells me he has to take the car to the shop. I need to pick him up. All of my plans need to change.
Hungry.
We wrap empty wooden wine boxes in brown craft paper. I have her tie the bows. “Finally, something I’m better at than you.” We laugh.
I keep counting and recounting. I feel like I’m missing something. It’s like when you have envisioned a whole day, and then a very big thing changes, and now nothing feels right. Nothing feels right.
Like dominoes.
I tell him it feels like the Cloverdale tournament all over again. But we did it. It could have run away from us, and it didn’t.
Tomorrow, we will try again, and we’ll still be ahead of where we were last year.
