Hard up for reading material, I get my 15-year-old to drive to Craftsbury, where I raid the free book pile on the porch.
In this village, we see no one, not a single human soul, only two geese flying overhead. It’s late Saturday afternoon, and she keeps driving on the dirt roads, heading by the Outdoor Center where I worked many years ago, and then by the summer camp where she spent happy summer weeks.
The road crests by the old farmhouse where our friends lived for years, and where we spent so many happy hours. She slows, and we look carefully. The house has been freshly painted and glows a pale yellow on that green hillside.
In one of those strange twists of fate, my former husband and I had also considered buying this house before our friends — who were not yet our friends — did. At that time, the farmhouse hadn’t been inhabited for a few years. A couple with two children had lived there, divorced, and the house had been snarled in the divorce.
In one bedroom, in place of a headboard, pillows had been stapled to the wall. I remember thinking, Who would ever think that’s a good idea?
I ask her to pull over on the side of the road. I get out for a moment and walk into the field where I stand looking at the ridge of mountains in the distance, the house on the hillside, and all that sky overhead.
A pickup pulls up beside my daughter, speaks to her, and drives off. I walk back to the car and asked what happened.
She says, He asked if I needed help. I told him it was just my mother.
She puts the car in gear, and we roll forward, picking up speed along the road. She glances at me sideways and says, I didn’t tell him you wanted to see how far along the tree buds are. That would just be weird.
Destiny has no beeper; destiny always leans trenchcoated out of an alley with some sort of ‘psst’ that you usually can’t even hear because you’re in such a rush to or from something important you’ve tried to engineer.
— David Foster Wallace
6 thoughts on “Roaming”
I can’t stop trying to visualize what pillows attached to the wall would look like. And your daughter’s comment about not telling the guy what his mother was doing cracked me up too – it sounds like something my daughter would say. Thanks for the loveliness and chuckles!
Lots of interesting mysteries in old houses! Thanks for reading — hope all is well with you.
Love the quote!
Thanks for the laughs (or thank your girl!). If the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, she’ll be looking at the progress of the tree buds not too many years from now…
Actually, her older sister already is…. Glad you had a laugh!