I remarked last week how all these things came together last Monday in some kind of weird synchronicity. This happens to the soldier and I a lot and most times while it’s impossible to miss I also find it impossible to judge or even to parse. You know it means something but what?

But other times it happens like it did this weekend and it leaves you know doubt God is talkin’. First the back story.

We got in an enormo fight on Friday. I yelled for several hours I can tell you that. I was what you might call, “madder than fuck” but it was tremendously fruitful. I had no idea how profound and powerful my feelings were on a certain subject but I pretty much came unglued. Know that feeling of a runaway train? Or maybe I was bobsled careening down a mountain, I don’t know. But I do know at the end there I was talking straight from my gut. I actually could feel the words coming from my core and what the hell? That can only be good for my (8th house) kind.

So anyway, we were going to meet the next day or try to. And you might think 3 or 4 hours a yelling might change that but no. We didn’t miss a beat. The next day we picked a target area on the map the way we do. We figured we’d meet somewhere along this certain stretch of highway and planned to confer as the day progressed. Sometimes these things go smoothly but this time it got hairy right away because there was something wrong with soldier’s truck and he was not sure how serious it was.

Not sure how serious the truck problem was but seriously motivated to make the meeting with me so he was sort of “duct taping” the problem, making adjustments and keeping a close eye on things to see if the situation became more dire which eventually it did.

“I think you better call it in,” I said, almost 4 hours into a trip where the call might prevent us from being able to meet. If he’s got to pull the truck over we’re hosed, see?

So he calls and finds out the problem is pretty serious. It is serious enough it cannot be repaired at a mere truck stop. He has to get to a Peterbilt dealership right away so they send him to the closest one which lucky for us, is in a city I can get to in my car.

So he heads there, and I head there and it turns out the city is Albuquerque. Remember Albuquerque?

I went to my first Catholic Mass there. We met the T-Mobile girl, Tabitha. The soldier got the worst haircut I have ever seen in my life, we went to a Foot Locker that had an armed guard and we watched John Wayne’s Green Berets.

He also got his guitar out that time for some geezer-y songs, I was mistaken as a whore and I don’t know what all else and guess what? Turns out the Peterbilt dealership is 1 block from the motel where we stayed so obviously we were going to stay at the same place. The soldier called that weekend “our best” so we did notice this but it gets even better.

He pulls the truck in, end of the work day on Saturday. This means he’s going to be stuck until Monday and he planned to walk to the motel but instead the guy says, “I’ll call the motel for you.”

Huh?

Turns out his company is going to put him up – we weren’t expecting that. And in the same motel of course although there are 5 or 6 right there.

The Peterbilt people drive him over and he checks in and calls me on the road.

“Well I’m here. I’m in room 119. ”

“Okay.”

“And if you can’t find it, well it’s the same one we had last time.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“Uh uh.”

“Well did they fix the drain then?”

Ha ha ha. Needless to say we were very at home. And this time I took it as entirely positive.

You have a 4 hour fight and the next day the universe puts you together in the exact spot of your best weekend ever. We aren’t getting out of this. We are going to be together no matter what.

“What do you make of this?” I asked.

“This? When has this not happened to us? I think this is just you and me when we get together.”