I may be sentimental. But, I’m also a realist. Those two parts of my personality clash sometimes.
I am totally in the here and now. But, I pay attention to whispers. I pay attention to signs. I don’t ignore signs.
My mother has been gone from this world for twenty two years now. That doesn’t mean we don’t talk. I see her in my dreams. I know what she’d say in certain situations. Is her voice in my head occasionally just my imagination? Or, is it real?
A phrase my mother might not have ever heard of is “The new normal.”
I’m just wrapping my head around it myself.
A few days ago I volunteered. I volunteered to be the family member to go out and pick up dinner. Face mask around my neck at the ready. Charge card in hand.
A twenty minute excursion turned into two hours.
The sushi wasn’t ready yet when I called in at the restaurant.
“Ten minutes!” said the sweet lady that mans the cash register.
I decided to wait out the ten minutes sitting in my car. Because? The new normal suggests that two human beings can’t be in the same room together for ten minutes anymore.
I sat in the car. The sky darkened. I looked to the left and watched a very black cloud slide in sideways over the buildings. It kind of looked like a dragon from Game of Thrones. The wind picked up. Rain came down in buckets. The sound of the rain hitting my car was pretty deafening.
I saw the lights flash in the restaurant and go dark.
Power outage.
I waited another ten minutes and entered the building. The sushi chef was finishing my order by the light of three cell phones held by his grandchildren. I hoped that I wouldn’t find a finger in the food once I got home.
“You’d have been better off with a grilled cheese and tomato soup!” my mother’s voice said in my head.
“Well, they were in the mood for freaking raw fish!” I said as I ran to the car.
I got totally soaked to the skin in that ten seconds.
I was six miles from home. It took me two hours to get there. The dragon cloud that I had noticed a few minutes before………………turned out to be a tornado. It struck down between me and my house.
I know many back roads to my home. I tried each and every one of them. I was met by huge trees down on every road that I tried. I did 20 point turns to avoid the trees because the sides of roads were washed away. Wires were down.
This devastation happened in the five minutes while I was paying for the sushi I no longer really wanted.
I went many miles out of my way. I’d pull over now and then to try and call home. My husband tends to become a nervous wreck if I’m late. I was having one hell of a time finding a passable road…………..I didn’t need the extra stress of having him climbing the walls at home. Or, worse. Driving out to find me.
My cell phone hung up on me every time I tried our home number. Ah! Power must be out at home. No power at home? No phone service. I texted my son’s cell phone.
“I may have to go to Schuylerville to get home that way. Every road I try is blocked by downed trees or fire trucks. I’ll get there when I get there. Tell Daddy not to wig out.” I started.
I tried to get home from the right. I tried from the left. I went above us. I went every route I’d ever taken. Each time I was met by a downed tree and wires.
I’d been at this for more than an hour. I went back and tried the original short route. Trees were still down. I pulled over and called home and connected to my son’s cell phone. I have no idea how I got through. I hear the tornado took down most cell towers near here.
“Daddy says he has a way for you to get home. Hold on a minute. John across the street told him how he got home. Here’s Daddy.” said my son.
My husband got on the phone.
“Okay. Listen closely. I have no idea what the names of these streets really are. Head towards the ice cream place where we used to go for clam rolls when the kids were little. Take that left right past the building. Go past the red house with the white chicken coop and take a left. Hang a hard right that brings you behind the other development. Don’t try to come in the main entrance. Go behind our neighborhood and come in he back way.” he said over the static of the cell phone.
“Does that make sense?” he yelled into the cell phone.
“Yes! I know exactly what you’re talking about.” I answered.
I took the long route to the ice cream joint. Oh, only 20 miles out of my way…………I took the route I thought he had described.
Have I mentioned yet that I really don’t like sushi all that much?
By this time my hands were gripping the steering wheel. I hadn’t left my house for anything in over a month. Now, I was murmuring under my breath “There’s no place like home. Just let me get home.”
Over and over again.
A red cardinal flew across my windshield.
I braked in order to not hit it.
Red cardinals are my symbol for my mother.
“Oh, come on, Ma!” I screamed in the car that was starting to smell like bait.
Cars were behind me. Cars were coming towards me. That was a good sign. Signs of an open road.
I came to a four way stop. Half a mile to home. What was the hold up? I didn’t see flashing lights. I didn’t see trees in the road. Come on! Move people!
I have to pee so bad!
There was a lady in the middle of the street. Holding a folding chair. And, she was trying to hurry a huge tortoise across the street by bumping it with the chair.
Nope. You can’t make this stuff up.
“Oh, please, let there be no more trees down between here and home. I’m so close!” I said out loud as I watched a very, veeeeeeeeeeeeeeery slow turtle cross the road.
My mother’s voice filled my head.
“Maybe you should get to church once in a while.” she said. A little accusingly. A little judging.
“Oh, yeah? Mom! Have you ever heard of a freaking pandemic? Churches are closed right now! I just read a story of a priest blessing his parishioners with holy water………..he was using a FRIGGING squirt gun! Talk about what you know about!” I yelled at her as the tortoise finally got to the weeds at the edge of the road.
My husband’s strange directions got me home. I had to drive slowly through our neighborhood. For some reason there were small groups or people standing here and there and everywhere. I paid close attention as I drove so I wouldn’t hit some little kid running around the adults in a circle.
I parked in the driveway. I sighed a huge sigh of relief. My forehead hit the steering wheel as I said a heartfelt “Thank you, Jesus!”
I ate sushi with my son and husband, even though I would have preferred a grilled cheese and tomato soup.
Then, my husband took me for a tour of the neighborhood.
Cars with their windows blown out because they’d been hit by trees. Three houses cut in half because huge pine trees were blown from the ground by their roots. The damage was immense but no one had been hurt.
We stood in front of our house after our walk. There was no power. But, we didn’t have a branch down. Not one leaf littered our yard.
A bright red cardinal swooped in front of me as I stepped onto our front porch.