Monday, May 10, 2010
After an hour of riding my bike around our neighborhood earlier, I finally spotted Zoe prancing down a nearby street toward the traffic at an intersection in front of the water. I was wishing I'd spent more time checking our fence for slivers that she could escape through, and as I peddled toward her and whistled her call she galloped faster and faster directly toward speeding traffic.
I had a lot to get done today, mountains of mind numbing paperwork involving so many properties that I can't keep track of all of the addresses let alone what goes to who goes to where. Especially considering a cryptic conversation that I had with Andrew last night about Wednesday, MAKE SURE THAT YOU DON'T HAVE ANY PLANS FOR WEDNESDAY.
"Why?" I asked, already half asleep. "What am I supposed to be doing on Wednesday?"
"It's your birthday," he said. "I took the day off for your birthday."
"But you have so much going on at work," I reminded him. "It's your busiest time of the year."
"Do you remember what we did for your birthday a couple of years ago? The one that you had right after we met?"
I blinked. And blinked. And blinked some more.
"I sent you flowers," he said.
"And you wouldn't even go out with me."
"Yes. Yours were the tulips."
"So this year we're doing something for your birthday. Which is Wednesday. Don't forget."
"They were beautiful tulips."
"And it's a surprise."
If I hadn't thought to drop two Milkbones into my pocket before hopping on my bike, I might have missed my only chance at luring Zoe into a u-turn only seconds before a Cadillac plowed through her path.
I couldn't believe how lucky I was when she bounced into my arms unharmed, I was one part paralyzed in disbelief and fear and one part relieved that the very best outcome had miraculously occurred given the wide variety of possibilities that were more likely to have played out.
Not entirely unlike meeting Andrew a couple of years ago, if I think about it.