This morning Old Lady woke up in a fine fit and fury. She couldn’t put an identifying thought to the source of the fit and fury, so she simply sighed, threw her feet over the edge of the bed, elbowed her way out of the covers, her aged bones creaking, goose bumps forming on her skin, and shivered her way into her clothes, dressing by the light of the alarm clock so as not to wake Dog. Too late. Dog had heard Old Lady stirring and got herself up, stretched with that slow luxuriant manner she has, and then yawned, her tongue curling around her lips like her tail curled over her hips. The pair then slowly wended their way down the stairs, where Old Lady turned on no more lights than necessary -she likes thrift- and set about preparing for her day. An Italian sausage with two eggs over easy for breakfast and the last of her homemade rye bread, decide on what to take for lunch, and then she was out the door. She knew her Husband would take care of Dog’s morning routine.
Driving down to work, she wondered at her own mood. Nothing really bad had happened and Old Lady had had a string of good days. Maybe the fit and fury was as simple as the aches of her aging body and the uncertainty of these times we are living in. Old Lady wonders at her job sometimes. She and the other bus drivers have fewer than four or five children on the big bus, and with the pandemic spreading like the fury of a winter storm across the United States, she wonders if schools will continue to stay open, and whether she will be able to finish out the school year driving or things will close down again.
Old Lady reminds herself to take things one day at a time. At her age, the inevitable will come soon enough any way. On the news last night, the sore loser of the 2020 presidential elections was still not conceding his loss, and Old Lady thought that fool was only making things worse for the country by not turning over connections to the new President-elect who is already working hard to plan for the containment of the pandemic and is willing to work together with people whose viewpoints might not always agree in order to get the economy moving again. Old Lady shook her head and sunk her forehead into the palm of her hand. Not much she could do over that problem any way. Why make noise over what she could not control or change?
So Old Lady did what she always does. She began to think of the blessings in her life. She thought about how good it feels to hug her husband, and how good it feels to nag Dog to hurry up already, let’s get up the trail. Old Lady thought about her son the Marine, and how proud she is of his willingness to service. Old Lady smiled as she pictured the faces of each of her friends. Some are far away now, but they stay in touch. She put a hand on her hip and told it, despite its achiness, how grateful she was that she still got around real good. Old Lady thought of her home and how wonderful it had felt to have spent the entire onset of the pandemic there, gardening and making things look nice. She thought of her friends in the psychic work, grateful for Judi’s art that she paints after her visions. With these thoughts on her mind, Old Lady went back to work for the afternoon bus run, got behind the wheel, and turned the bus on until it was her turn to leave the bus yard and line up at the school and wait for the students. Afterall, she had memories of summer streams and Dog waiting for their twilight walk with a sky full of stars.