9am and we have nothing to do.
Rather, it’s 9am and we have nothing we need to do. For the first time in months, fiddling on my phone at this time on a weekday is completely acceptable. I’d read or write or knit or color, but there’s an occupied mattress between me and my backpack.
The building shakes around us as we listen to the morning noises of Brooklyn. I’ve stayed in a church in Manhattan before, but it didn’t shake like this one. Perhaps it’s the fact I’m in a basement. Maybe we’re just closer to the subway. In any case, it’s a wonderfully rag-tag place full of wonderfully rag-tag people. Within the first hour of walking in the building I was asked to play Super Mario Smash Brothers and if I wanted my hair braided. Obviously I said yes to both.
9am seems so early here. No one else is awake or making noise, except BFF #2 (if her stomach’s rumbling and fingers’ tapping on her phone count as noise). Soon we’ll venture out into the city to do who knows what.
And just like that we’ve been to the wrong mechanic’s shop and back, and we’re now sipping light & sweet coffee and nibbling key lime donuts from Dunkin’ Donuts while making friends with the kiddos. Apparently having the same name and being willing to pull a child and her doll around on a makeshift rolling wagon is enough to earn the nickname “Fwend.”
A shower in the baptistry and visit with the guinea pigs later, my only thought is that a beautiful life = lounging on mattresses chatting with new friends about everything and nothing.