It happened just a few hours ago. I saw that one of my favorite singers was coming to America for one day only and playing a free show two states away. My first impulse was to go, but I had no idea how. I quickly posted about it on my AIM status, where all important messages go, and I tried to find someone to drive down to Tennessee with me.
I couldn’t go by myself, obviously. I had far too much work to do to make an 8 hour drive. If I was going to go I’d need someone to help me drive, and a way to keep my laptop running on the road. I wracked my brains for people who would go with me, but I have a hard enough time finding people to go with me to the Beachland, much less a venue in another state. I’d only been checking 15 minutes when my sister called me. Laura and I hadn’t really spoken much since May when she called me for my birthday. She told me she hoped I got the teddy bear she sent, and that she’d be voting for John McCain in the fall. It wasn’t a happy conversation.
“Hi, I’m glad I got a hold of you. Look, I just got out of a meeting with a psychic and she said that mom wants me to help you with something. So… what do you need help with?”
At first I couldn’t think of a single thing, and we get to talking about other things. I happen to mention the concert a few minutes later and within minutes the plans are set. Laura has a car charger, and a love of cross country driving. The truly funny this is that when my mother was alive she was constantly calling her children and telling us to help each other whenever we were in need. It makes this a particularly odd coincidence.