Almost everyone I work with is out of the village this weekend. Terri left yesterday, and Jake, Shannon, and Ben all left this afternoon. It’s strange and a little unsettling, suddenly being so much more alone. I have Ruby, Terri’s little dog, to keep me company, and my students are sure to make appearances from time to time, but even my usual go-to phone call buddy, Sean, is disconnected while traveling this weekend.
I’m not worried about being lonely. I like keeping my own company, and I’ll have some fun this weekend working on a project or two for the prom and graduation. The thing is, there are no adults in the village right now that I know well enough to call on if something goes a little awry. I don’t have phone numbers memorized for an emergency, and I don’t think calling 911 does anything out here. I’m not expecting trouble, just realizing that I need more of a support network in this place. Usually I have someone in one of the apartments that abuts mine, and for the moment I’m all alone. There are two school staff still here, but both make me a little uncomfortable, which is a whole lot worse than lonely.
I do have the kids, though, and they’ll keep me from going all weekend without a laugh. I have the kids and I have Ruby Who Is A Dog (some kid asked me on our morning constitutional, “what is that!?”). I have my safe warm house and a well-stocked kitchen and a whole lot of Northern Exposure to watch. Best of all, I have the slough and the spring woods to spend my hours reveling in, the way popcorn revels in butter. With a little luck, the cookie girls will be coming by soon to rescue me from my solitude. I’d better run to the store for eggs before it’s too late.