I thought I knew his answer already. I was correct. The two of us agree on at least this one thing. Planning ahead is our style.
Which explains the way our children, back in their formative years, felt about us. In their own ways, each of them came to grips with our style, with our home's slow heating by woodfire and with Tim's and my refusal, mostly ever, to romp out and pile in the car for an adventure on the spur of the moment. Complaints sometimes ensued. I sometimes felt guilty. But I couldn't help being, in my off-kilter way, a person who savors anticipation, who likes to plan.
I jostled the fire with the poker. Tim must have left for work by then, because I crouched alone in the hearth space. Alone except for the cat, Westley, who spied a string tie dangling from my hoodie and batted it with his paw. Recently someone said Westley reminds them of a babyfaced gangster, with his kitteny head atop his large orange self. Another evening, when friends came for dinner, Tim carried on a long conversation with Westley as we all sat near the woodstove, about how I was just sitting there, open, and so Westley ought to bother me, instead of himself, to pet him. Nothing swayed the kittenfaced one, however, and he continued revolving around Tim for his attention.
Now I stood, faced away from the fire, and leaned backward til my shoulders touched the mantle. Things to do should be started. But much nicer it was to think, in slowness, viewing our front maple waving its final gold leaves out the window. Westley curled on the carpet. I pondered a morning reading from 1 Timothy, remembered I better start laundry, and grasped for a line from Serenity, the movie I watched again recently -- two days before Thanksgiving, to be exact.
[caption id="attachment_6287" align="alignright" width="300"] Jayne wearing the hat his mom made[/caption]This viewing of the characters and story line I admire (with definite reservations in some areas regarding what it means to practice virtue) gave me a focus on Jayne, a male crewmember of the Firefly spaceship who stands out often as exceptionally crude. Yet Jayne develops as a person, very slowly, throughout the run of the TV series, Firefly, that came before the movie. Then especially, I noticed during Serenity, Jayne comes into his own as someone who cares. He says something I wished to recall and write in my notebook. Slowly, my thoughts found his words again, and I stood a moment longer, anticipating jotting them down.
"Preacher used to tell me, 'If you can't do something smart, do something right.'"
~ Jayne, chiming in with his Serenity crewmembers as they decide to risk everything to expose to their universe the dramatic truth they have discovered, as spur-of-the-momently as they can.