Sunday, December 27, 2009


All she wrote was: I love we

And it made me smile.  For I too love we.  

a short Coffman adventure

When I arrived at the airport, my grandfather and mother were already in the designated waiting area reserved for curbside pick-up. As soon as I texted my mother to let her know we had landed, she was calling. I couldn’t answer the phone since the plane was still taxiing into the gate and probably going over 100 miles an hour. Once I saw the phone ringing, I knew they had probably been waiting for quite awhile as my grandfather has to be early for everything. They probably had their hands on their cells, impatiently waiting for any news that I had arrived. I celled them immediately once I got off the plane and again once I stepped outside to wait for them.

I found the place on the sidewalk where there was nearly no one waiting, just an elderly Asian man with a small black carry-on and a gray hat pulled down over his eyes. I tried not to make too much eye contact with him even though I wanted to keep looking at him. My grandfather and my mother found their way to where I was waiting on the sidewalk and I got in the back seat just in time for the car to go speeding into the left lane [at grandpa speeding speed] to pass all the other cars picking up passengers for the Christmas holiday. It’s more crowded than I’ve ever seen it.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

the Lindsay family circus

Here are the things I have started to do in the last 36 hours:
Count the steps I take from point A to point B nearly every time I walk, make extra sure not to step on any shadows, cracks or holes in the pavement, and probably most annoyingly – I have started replaying any information I hear over and over in my head. It’s kind of like a little 3-ring circus inside my head. One ring counts, the next avoids potential flaws in the walkways, and the next keeps the music going for as long as I like.