Having driven so far with my kids and my parents all for naught seemed far to much to bear for a perfectly sound Saturday. For, it wasn't the day's fault but the days in my head that apparently had jumbled themselves in some sort of cruel farce.
You may have guessed by now that all was not for naught.
We, deciding not to waste our efforts, found our way to his residence.
My mom called from inside our van parked outside his house.
From within the house, he answered the phone.
"We thought your open house was today".
[Me, dying inside from pure embarrassment].
"Oh! Are you on your way?"
"No, actually, we are at your house."
"What [with a laugh]"
He then exclaimed that today was suddenly set aside for a private open house for his fellow artists. He turned out to be, not only an artist whose paintings seem to capture the small moments that make life so huge, but a man who captured this day's kink and painted it right away created instead a delightful afternoon--an afternoon full of tree houses, miniature horses, and a magical glimpse into his own creative place. My mom whispered that, "wasn't I glad I hadn't come alone": a no one in this artistic circle banging on doors expecting to be let in. I certainly would have been shooed off to tuck my tail inside my van and drive away with my confused head. Yes, very glad this day to have my parents along. But, weren't they glad to be passengers in my madness that day. For, in fact, they went home with a beautiful small painting. This was my favorite. Just a sketch. Staged right below the clerestory windows. A husband and wife....lying, trying...to catch the last threads of sleep before the demands of their three children invite the day completely in. The man has raised his head slightly-perhaps because the youngest has climbed up and cannot be ignored. Because what if she falls off the bed. He has no choice but to stir.
The woman is thinking, "Don't these children know that if they wake me, the day will begin and who knows what will happen."
She has a plan for them. But, it could be foiled. She has to be careful. There seems to be something Greater. In her life. Something greater jumbling dates and such in her mind to bend it to another Will.