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Piano Bar

September 1, 2011 by D. A. Wolf 11 Comments

Big blue eyes. Black brows, penciled in, and thin. Translucent skin, dark hair pulled back from the face, and just the slightest hint of age around the neck, that softening of skin that immediately signals four decades behind or possibly five, and still, her beauty is unmistakable.

She is simultaneously subdued and friendly though some core of sorrow lurks in her voice and her stance. She greets visitors from her seat behind the reception desk at the small hotel. She smiles and answers phones. She hands out card keys. She is pleasant.

Pleasant seems like a word she could have invented, ambiguous and enveloping. It is a veil that suits her.

* * *

I traipse back and forth nightly, in part because I am restless and though my son is in the room he barely speaks a word. I am living inside our pauses.

Each time I see her I am kindly accorded what I request – an extension cord for my laptop, change for the vending machine, a map of the local area, directions to the nearest mall.

I am received graciously. Pleasantly. I take solace in the five or ten minutes of conversation when there is a lull in the stream of visitors to the desk.

* * *

She is a widow with four grown children who live nearby. She hobbles on a crutch after some sort of surgery about which she provides no specifics. The sound of her voice is soothing and she speaks of her son who is musical, of her other three children, and of the coffee business she ran with her husband for fifteen years until he passed away. She tells me she enjoys managing the small hotel, but she surprises me when she says:

“My dream is to open a little piano bar.”

For a moment, her sadness seems to lift.

* * *

It is a standard Quality Inn at the crossroad of two interstates with rooms that are clean and functional. My son and I share our space and there is no drama.

I type and read on my laptop. He appropriates the remote and zaps. He is lost in his thoughts and I’m attempting to decipher my own – here – pushing down the awareness of my imminent departure and instead, trying to stay afloat by memorizing details, afloat in a few more hours of mothering, conflicted over the quiet between us.

I remind myself that this is independence, not abandonment.

* * *

Bedding is insufficient; we find a comforter in simulated down and the sale price is a marvel.

Sweaters are insufficient; we select a dark V-neck that is reduced by 50%, and with it, we choose a thermal vest.

We wander the campus, this – our first opportunity to see it. There was no money for college trips.

We are leisurely in our strolling through the empty corridors of the architecture building. To me, this silence of discovery feels sacred, and we both respect it. An exhibition of last year’s thesis projects remains on display in an accessible hall. We enter and take our time, examining each model, reading the signage, thumbing through accompanying publications.

We peek into a small auditorium and the angular walls and ceilings are pleasing, as is the warm wood they are made of. My son explains the joining of form to function and the purpose of this particular geometry. I know his body language and his tone of voice. He feels at home in this place, and I feel relieved.

* * *

We add shoes to the list of items purchased, once again visiting the mall that could be anywhere, the mall of a sort that I hope he will not design, and we discuss the old red brick building with two spires that we passed earlier, an unexpected find when I am lost again and searching for the expressway.

We return to the room tired, and I take refuge in my laptop as my son settles for a time on South Park. 

I run the tab through my calculating brain: airfare, car rental, gas, hotel, food, clothes, shoes, comforter, pillows, lamp, fan, minimal supplies, and there is more of course. And more to come.

I spread out the receipts and then set them aside. The total is an appalling amount despite every effort. Then again, it seems a small price for the granting of dreams.

* * *

I imagine her opening her mouth and belting out a Broadway tune but then it doesn’t quite fit. I revise the image, and picture her crutch relegated to the wings of a small stage as she comes into her own: a 50-something Susie Diamond, black haired and irrepressibly sensual, long past pleasantries, and singing the blues.

 

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Comments

  1. Pj Schott says

    September 1, 2011 at 9:35 am

    I suppose it takes courage to make ones dreams come true.

    Reply
    • BigLittleWolf says

      September 1, 2011 at 9:39 am

      I think it does, Pj. I think as we grow older and we understand more about limitations and consequences, risking failure becomes more difficult. And of course, we must risk failure if we’re to chase our dreams. Read Bruce’s post this week on courage. It’s quite beautiful. (http://privilegeofparenting.com)

      Reply
  2. notasoccermom says

    September 1, 2011 at 10:20 am

    Wow, beautiful. I feel your vulnerability and thank you for exposing your feelings and emotions. It is small sacrifices we make but he will make you proud. He knows…
    Love the descriptions of the desk clerk and her own dreams – we never stop dreaming. Even single mothers with no more children under our roofs.

    Reply
  3. Linda says

    September 1, 2011 at 11:26 am

    “I remind myself that this is independence, not abandonment.” I think this needs to become my new mantra. What is it about South Park and boys? My son loves this show!

    I loved your description of walking through the college corridors. While back east this summer I found myself in awe of the universities and would just run my hand along the bricks of these institutions, mesmerized by the beauty.

    Reply
  4. paul says

    September 1, 2011 at 8:54 pm

    Lots of evidence that those with healthy dreams survive better than those who have given up on them. My “dream” that got me through some hard times was to help my kids grow up successfully, meet some interesting people and learn and have some good sex, and find the right woman. I’m grateful that those dreams all came true. Fran’s dreams can be a bit more extreme, e.g., sell everything, buy a boat and sail around the world. But she can be realistic – she barely swims, often nearly drowns, and couldn’t do all her other things on a little boat in the middle of the ocean. I recognize that she has not been able to fulfill her dream of restoring a historic house, and I adjusted my dream of a stone cottage on land, conveniently located and with a fireplace, some time ago (these things are way too expensive, and a tent can be a movable feast). I rarely have opportunity to canoe or sail any more. But we can satisfy mutual dreams such as finding a partner who enjoys backpacking, foraging, natural foods, debate, new experiences and interesting people, is not controlling or insecure, etc. My Mom dreams of being with family at the beach in the summer and going in the water. That one comes true annually – at 101 this year. So, dream on!

    Reply
  5. BigLittleWolf says

    September 1, 2011 at 9:12 pm

    Your mother sounds like quite an inspiration, paul. We’re never too old for dreams, are we.

    Reply
  6. T says

    September 2, 2011 at 11:47 am

    I agree with Linda. I love this line: “I remind myself that this is independence, not abandonment.”

    Makes my heart sink to imagine seeing my little ones off to college. How exciting that he wants to be an architect! Oh for everyone in this post, my hope is for the dreams to become reality.

    Reply
    • BigLittleWolf says

      September 2, 2011 at 12:29 pm

      I like the sentiment, T. For all of us – not only for our kids.

      Reply
  7. Privilege of Parenting says

    September 2, 2011 at 11:50 pm

    Virtual money in the jar on the piano—for the writer, the singer, the dreamer, the launcher…

    Reply
    • BigLittleWolf says

      September 3, 2011 at 10:47 am

      Ah… The jar on the piano. Perfect.

      Reply
  8. Wolf Pascoe says

    September 3, 2011 at 6:55 pm

    I love the bittersweet soul of this piece. I can hear the song.

    Reply

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