Complications

All in all this is a reasonable start to the day.  Unplanned, yes, a little complicated, yes, but I find myself glad the busdriver (Bob) was a minute late today.  Today*s serendipity got an early start.  I*ve had my oatmeal and am halfway through the venti nonfat latte.  The weather is lovely.  Today I can choose what to do.  There will probably be no earthquakes or hurricanes or tidal waves to contend with.  I say probably.  The East Coast was not expecting that earthquake.  They have warning about the hurricane.  

Everything is complicated.

At least this

Is what we tell ourselves,

When the school bus is a minute early

After being two minutes late

Yesterday.

I am the designated morning parent.

Jeff does late night.

Everything is complicated

I handle morning complications;

Jeff handles

The complications

In the dark.

It*s a matter of choosing

Which complications

To live with

Which ones to divvy out

Which ones to pretend

We never even saw.

This morning

The bus one minute late,

I rolled out of bed

Realized early the lovely coolness of today,

Drove the girl to school

Came home the back way

Through Starbucks

Oatmeal with everything

A latte from the same smiling woman

At the drive-thru window.

Complications with added routine,

Noticed the lovely coolness

Earlier than I would have

If the bus had been on time.

It*s a matter

Of choosing.