Day 1
“It’s November first!” she exclaimed as she pulled a shirt over her head and raced out of the bedroom.
I rolled over and closed my eyes. But it was for naught. Morning had come.
I got out of bed and walked into the closet.
But before I got there, I looked out the bedroom door and saw her standing in the kitchen in front of the refrigerator. She was there, bent over slightly with a pen in her hand. Her head was close to the refrigerator door. She was writing on a whiteboard calendar that she keeps there so that we can be on the same page about what’s coming and where we have to be when.
“Whatcha doin’, Trudy?” I asked sarcastically.
Without turning, she held up her hands and waved them over her head. In an excited voice she said, “It’s November! I’m writing out the new month!”
Day 2
It was November second. I was sitting in the study reading news and listening to iTunes. Trudy was somewhere on the other side of the house. Marvin Gaye began playing Got to Give It Up. I stood up and started dancing.
I clapped and turned circles in what little clear area there was. And then I danced out the door into the hallway, across the living room, thru the dining room, into the kitchen and thru the door to the laundry room where I found her.
I took her hand, still dancing, even though we couldn’t hear the music from there over the radio on top of the refrigerator.
We danced thru the kitchen and dining room, across the living room, down the hallway and back into the study, where the funk was still playing and the crowd was clapping and Marvin was singing. We held our hands over our heads and turned circles in that little clear space in the room. The dogs barked. We picked them up and danced more. We set them down and turned more circles and clapped our hands. A saxophone played and a bell rang and the chorus sang as we bopped.
I turned another circle or two, and when I was facing the door again, the fair and industrious Trudy was gone.
I looked out the door, and she was bopping back down the hallway and beginning to cross the living room.
“Hey…”
She turned and smiled and kept up her funky bopping into the dining room, back into the kitchen and finally into the laundry room where with a satisfied smile on her face, she finished putting the laundry into the washing machine.