in the meantime.

egg mcgibson.
it will cure your case of the mondays every time.
...
toast english muffin.
butter inside.
scramble two eggs.
mix with a little mayo.
slap it in between muffin.
...

last night i had some thinking to do.
nothing important.
just thinking.
the kind of thinking you do when you don't have to be doing anything else with your brain.
thankfully, there were a lot of dishes.
it's where i do my best thinking.
standing with the heater on my feet.
kids getting jammies on upstairs.
i was thinking about how i miss everyone knowing who we are.
how i miss driving through my neighborhood and seeing familiar faces.
walking down the halls at church with everyone knowing our place.
and i was sad.
uncomfortable.
anxious.
my childhood self that wants to be established and at the head of the pack.
say it ain't so.
so i promised myself then and there that we would never move again.
i do this every time we move.
but it always seems so dreary in the beginning.
like we'll never have friends as good as the last.
never have neighbors as wonderful as before.
and after a little time and effort i never want to leave the new place.
the starting over is easier this time,
but the easier doesn't make it less lonely.
neither does the winter.
when your heart is lonely for summer.
never have i wished for the heat of summer to be upon us.
someone give me an award.
it's a good thing i have these in the meantime.
and earlier church.