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Saturday, S. and I went shopping for a crib. Actually, she’s BEEN shopping for a crib for months. She had been preparing in much the same way the Japanese planned Pearl Harbor. I just went along for the final attack. Somehow I lived to tell the tale. I am the Kamikaze who lived.
Anyway, she picked out a nice one, and I must say I had no idea there had been so many developments in something that is basically half-bed, half-cage. Some cribs resemble nothing so much as little jails. Others look like pirate furniture, like pieces of ships or like they’re made of railroad ties or something, two hundred pounds of wood forming a kind of sandwich around the little mattress. S. picked out a pretty little “distressed” number, a whitewashed hardwood that looks somehow airy and solid both.
S. is obviously the woman for me because only a couple times during those eight hours did I wish I was somewhere else.
I’m not saying I didn’t do a little daydreaming (because that is, I realize, my way) but I also watched S. in action and felt immensely lucky. We stopped for Dairy Queen halfway through the afternoon and I thought, like the poet Lew Welch, “So it comes to this,” and for all the years of wandering around and meeting people and hoping and thinking . . . I was glad it came to this.
