March 31 - Car(d)

And, once again, we have reached the end of March. Thank you so much to everyone who’s followed along and, of course, the hosts of TWT. Also special little shoutout to two of my wonderful sisters who tagged along this month, it’s been so amazing to get to read both of your slices.

And for the final slice:

I spent my Easter Sunday at a Jewish deli, grocery shopping, and finishing up some freelance work. If I lived closer to home than Chicago, I would have been with the rest of my family, so was feeling a little left out of the action. Their plan was to drive and meet at a more or less convenient halfway point for everyone and have a big lunch.

I texted Clare asking for feedback on something I was working on and she responded, “Beautiful. Stunning. Amazing. Sorry can’t really talk, trying to deal with LC’s dead card.”

I immediately responded, “????????????????” and got radiosilence.

Dead card?? What on earth. LC’s my grandmother, and I would not call her close to death. Now, admittedly, I have not gotten a ton of sleep this weekend, so the places my brain decided to go weren’t necessarily founded in intelligence.

Dead card. Dead card. Did someone write her an Easter card? And say something about dying? Weird. Did LC get really into tarot cards recently and she just hasn’t told me about it? And maybe got the card of death? Unlikely. I was stumped.

I let it go, continuing on with my freelance work until my mom called me in another 20 minutes. “Hi! Just checking in! I’m driving home from the lunch alone because Clare has LC in the jeep after her car died. How are you?” she asked.

“Oh. My. God. CAR!!!!”

“Yes. Absolute nightmare. It’s dead dead. She’s going to use mine for the next couple days.”

I explained Clare’s text and we both had a laugh. Maybe on more hours of sleep I would have picked up on a potential typo… but this was almost better.