I am on the road again this week-end. My sister and I are headed down to Williamsburg to celebrate our mom and dad's 60th anniversary on the 27th, and my sister and I are going with our dad on an Honor Flight tour of DC. Yes, we're going to W'burg today, on a bus to DC and back to W'burg tomorrow, then a less-travelled day on Sunday.
As I've packed today, and as I loaded and unloaded and then loaded and unloaded the car after last week-end's journey, I thought, what happened to younger Kristin who said that all she needed was a pocket to hold a lipstick and a credit card?
And then I stopped myself--I used to say that, but I never travelled that way. On the contrary, I'm the person who travels as if there might be a nuclear war when I'm away: lots of socks and underwear, an extra pair of shoes or two or three, good books, and now, my laptop.
Of course, if there's a nuclear war, I'll wish I had packed more books and left the laptop behind. Hysterical laughter ensues--if there's a nuclear war . . . how things come full circle.
When I was in college, I'd strategize with my boyfriend who would become my spouse about what we would do if the bombs fell when we were away from each other, where we would meet up. It was a surprise to hear myself say last Saturday, "Listen, if anything nuclear happens, you stay here. It's safer in the mountains. If I'm still alive and if I can get to you, I'll come here."
Immediately I thought about the fact that I'd be travelling on foot. How long would that take? Could I find a horse along the way? Could I ride a horse after all these years?
And yes, I realize how ridiculous it is to ponder these things. And yet . . . and yet . . . we have at least one despot (Putin) thinking about the use of nuclear weapons. He's not deranged, and I want to think that might keep us safer (as in, "Only a mad man would drop nuclear bombs . . ."--use of gender intentional). But I don't.
I am not prepared for a nuclear war, in any sense of that idea. But I am prepared for my trip to W'burg.
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