I was on the phone with my sister the other day and heard my 7-year-old nephew ask a question in the background. I couldn't make out what he said, but she answered him with "Probably not today. Maybe over the weekend."
He wanted to know when I was coming to visit, which really tugged at my heartstrings. (Yes, I've got a set.) I babysat for him (and his older sister) almost every weekday for 3 years, so I get withdrawal symptoms when I don't see them for a few weeks. But the wheels started turning in my head. It was only noon, and one of the rare days that I had the car. Perfect!
"I can come up today. I'll take him to the pool for a couple of hours."
"But what about the Convention? You'll never get home!" They live north of Boston, so the prospect of lane restrictions, shutdowns, and clogged detour roads was daunting. Traffic makes me twitchy under the best of circumstances.
"Damn. You're right. I won't be up anytime before Saturday. Tell him it's the Goddamn Democrats' fault!"
"Like everything else," she muttered.
I was joking. She wasn't....
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