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Do over… again

We have been on an extended road trip. I chased fall color and cover bridges. Colleen chased fiber. Fiber? As in wool and fleece from sheep. Sheep? Yes, there are a myriad of rare sheep with fleeces she covets. ?? Polworth? Teeswater? It’s an endangered breed in the US. TMI!! We made it to the Rhinebeck Sheep and Wool Fair. It went on as scheduled despite Covid. Yes, we got big rain. There were prizes at the auction – another spinning wheel! Ha ha. (I/Colleen won one.) There was the fleece barn, Colleen’s candy store. Llama, pajama, an interloper! Yarn?! Tons. It was more knitter’s fair than weaver/spinner. There was a line (out the door!!!) to purchase this year’s (yarn) color. There was the one room school (revisited). We – Colleen and I – almost went to one. We did sit in this style school desk in elementary school. So, why not – recreate the image of where we met. Again. And, yes, it is my regret – I wish she’d have grabbed on and held me close those many years ago. What a difference fate could have dealt. Such a good time, too many pictures, wistful, and hoping for a do over – life.


Classroom

Class is in session. We went to an old elementary school with wooden desks one per student. No double desk for us. We were in the same classroom from 3rd to 6th grade. She sat on the other side of the room. We orbited but barely interacted. We danced in the same folk-dance group during those years. We must have been partners at some point. Colleen remembers being in the car when the rear passenger door swung open during a turn and I swung out over the street. She helped rescue me. I don’t remember she was in the car. I remember my dad kept driving along as though nothing had happened. We are together now. The circumstances that brought this to be were so tenuous as to be nearly invisible. But then again, it wouldn’t be the story it is if it were otherwise.


Class

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Well, we are back in class. Redux. I did this shortly after we first met. I think I would have sat behind Colleen. Who knows? Once more, it’s the same style school desk we had in elementary school. What can one say? I wish we had known then… I suppose we would have been together a few more decades. Life’s funny, better than never….