He Knew What He Was Doing

I've been away, away from this computer at least. Hence the radio silence. And upon return, the keyboard's call held no interest. I had been weaned, it seems. And it seems that I still am. My fingers don't particularly want to walk. So let me just share with you an image I had as I drove off early last week.

It was afternoon. Trudy was still at work, and the boy had returned from school just in time to see me off. My bags were packed. I was ready to go. And after double checking my scribbled list of to-dos, I went out to the car.

The boy and the dog walked outside with me. We said our goodbyes, and I got in the car. As I backed out, the boy picked up the dog, and they both watched. He smiled mischievously, and walked out into the street so that he could wave goodbye.

Years ago, when he was very young and I used to drive here on the weekends to see him, on Sunday evening (as late as possible) I would get in my car and back out into the street and drive off. And as I did, he would step out into the street and wave goodbye, standing there waving until I had gone around the corner and was out of sight.

So now, years later, as I drove off, there he was in my rear view mirror, waving goodbye. He stood there until I had gone around the corner and was out of sight. And he knew just what he was doing.

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