Hugs and Refrig

Hugs and Refrig

It was 24 below zero and I drove alone throughout Iowa meeting up with Iowa Health Freedom activists and doing presentations wherever they set them up. After an intense 60 hours I arrived back up in Minnesota. I dragged my suitcase up the steps, my purse, pillow, blanket, and food bag juggled on shoulders, wrists, and neck. My bare fingers froze trying to unlock the door without gloves. I dragged it all in and plopped on the couch…but only for 10 seconds and I got up, still hat and coat on, stocking feet, and pitter pattered to the kitchen, and opened the refrig, peering in to check out the contents, as if it might have changed while I was gone, maybe there was a goody I forgot about, those vegetables don’t look very satisfying. I closed the refrig. Took off my coat and hat in the living room, perused the house and entered my bedroom with a sigh of relief. I took my earrings off and put them on the dresser and returned to the kitchen and opened the refrig again. Visions of recipes danced in my head but I didn’t have the energy to cook so I shut the door and went to the cooler for a glass of spring water. Then from the heap at the front door I pulled out my briefcase and walked it into my law office and put it on the chair. On my way out I returned to the kitchen and opened the refrig. What was I going to eat? I took an orange and began to peel it and realized I was not hungry for an orange. I stopped. I went to sit on the couch. I sighed. Welcome home I said to myself, realizing I needed a hug. That’s a lot to lay on a refrig I thought.