“It’s like the faucets are already flowing before you even hold out your cup to be filled. Before, giveness.” – Lamott
I read this just a few minutes ago. 7:56pm EST June 25, 2007 Just an hour ago, I guess my divorce was final The phone rang, but I missed the call. Not sure why. I called back. Was told to call back later. I called back, and a man with a very strange name – Juden? Juven? something like that- answered from the Orange County Family Courts. Anyway, he wanted to make sure that 2 pieces of paperwork were signed on the same day, because a date was missing. And they were.
So Ju—en said, something like “OK, I just filled that in. You should be divorced in about an hour. Thanks for calling back.”
And that’s it. That’s how it ends. A crazy film-style courtship, Seven years of marriage – four of beachside bliss, three just becoming awkward. 2 of trying to not be married.
And then a phone call. Congratulations.
There’s more ceremony when you try to disable your cable plan.
It seems that you should get the option of some sort of party, or a required cocktail. The former lovers should clink glasses, eat some onion rings and say, “remember the good times” a la the Sopranos.
Or maybe this is the way to do it. You get a phone call when your driving in a big truck that’s pulling a Ratatouille trailer almost to Ohio and someone says “there ya go” and you just keep driving and watch the miles of corn fields zip by your window on repeat.
And you think about what you need to forgive. And what you need to be forgiven for. Any maybe it’s in that monotony when you watch the corn and the trees and the cows that you get to remember just what changed in your day-to-day life. That makes you think about how to make things right, how to do them over, how to let people know what matters…. and how to put your cup under the faucet of forgiveness that has been flowing all along, before you understood just what you needed to be forgiven for – and that cup runs over. And runs over so much that you just can’t hold that cup anymore – because you have to pour it out to someone else.
