My friend Lucy, once many years ago was frustrated with her job and I found her on the roof of our apartment building throwing rocks at the moon. I remember that night, the moon was one of HUGE moons it seemed, big and full and she had this ethereal look about her as she stood there loping stones. Well, until one hit a window or something and we both bolted from the roof. We didn't mean it, but yeah that was bad. Lucy had that way about her, she just grabbed the world and held on tightly. When I wrote the post on life being a banquet it was her I was thinking about. She always told me her husband Schroeder was playing pretend until she met him. She dragged him kicking and screaming to the banquet.
Lucy is the banquet. She is always commenting and remarking on how great life is, of course she knows something about it. As a child she was diagnosed with leukemia, and spent much of her early childhood in and out of hospitals. I guess that forged her unique perspective and insightful views on the world around her. She's traveled all over the world, I think maybe twice and never repeats. Last year she talked Schroeder into riding motorcycles across India. He, unlike the trip to South East Asia, a couple years before was leery about it and though he never said, I don't really think he likes motorcycles much. This year Lucy told me she is going to start mountain climbing. Yes, start. She has been taking classes on it, and is going soon on her first mountain climbing experience. Now it gets interesting the reason she's doing this is because she wants to climb Mt. McKinley next year and year or so after that she wants to climb Everest. Yeah, Mount Everest.
Well, I guess that was the plan until Schroeder put the kibosh on the whole thing. He said stamped his foot and gave an unequivocal, nonnegotiable no to her. I guess the reason most would think evident, it's a little crazy. But that's not the reason, the reason is he knows she will do it. He worries that when she sets her sights on something, she will make it happen or die trying. It's the die trying he wants to avoid.
So the other day she called me, and I went over there and found her throwing stones at the moon, but this time with little danger of hitting anything. She was genuinely upset that he's told her no normally because no is just not in his vocabulary. I listened carefully as she talked and eventually came around to the fact that he said no because he loves her so much and cares about her. There wasn't much left for her to say after that, instead the two of us just sat quietly, throwing stones at moon.