Sorry Blog fans...this one's gonna be brief.

I decided about 5 o'clock today that the heart is the stupidest part of the body. It's more stupid than the appendix and the tonsils - which surgeons take out with wild abandon, so we must not need them for anything; and even beats out that little pink thing that hanging in the back of the throat and shakes when you say AHHHH. The heart, without a doubt, beats them all.

I was standing at the copier at my temp job - which had its ups (banana pudding homemade by the boss' wife) and downs (getting the wrong directions and driving an hour out of my way...almost to Delaware) - when a greensih-blue Altima pulled up outside. (For those of you who don't know...Neil's car) My heart, being the stupid organ it it, jumped for joy. It was so excited he would come to see "us" on "our" first day of a new "job" he knew we weren't excited about. My head, being as smart as it is - and sometimes smarter than the average human's, quickly let the heart know it had New Jersey tags AND there was a post office next door. Then it threw in it's editorial "how stupid can you be" comment.

This conversation took place again as I was driving home. It was a beautiful high of 90 degrees with a light breeze blowing through my car windows (o.k. maybe with as fast as I was driving, it was a little more than light). My favorite radio station was playing Escape (the Pina Colada song), so I cranked up the radio and sang along. My head tried hard to enjoy the song, while my heart begged and pleaded. "Drive faster" it said. "UNCG plays Charlotte. We've gotta get to the game." "You remember baseball, Head, don't you?" "The warm air, the parents, hot dogs, the look of the stadium from 'our' seat, the sound of the infield music, the way the flag blows just ever so slightly off the pole, the smell of the grass-freshly cut and dirt freshly watered down. The way we tried so hard to cheer for the guys and the way Neil looks standing out there in his uniform. The way he wanted us there. The way he looked at us. And how after the game, we'd sit on his deck, cook dinner, rehash the game, and go to bed. Remember, Head?"

I've gotta say the heart was convincing. It engaged part of the Head - the memory part, to make it's plea. The memory was strong, the senses were engaged and almost convinced the eyes we were really there. The Head fought back...and then it happened. The head moved the fingers and they reached out and changed the channel. The first button pushed silenced both of them.

"I still wait for the phone; in the middle of the night. Hoping you'll call, if your dreams don't work out right." It was "Not A Day Goes By" by Lonestar. First the tears came. Then the shakes. And finally the sobbing that only comes, as the Head finally convinces the Heart that the Heart really IS the stupidest part of the body. And they both weep at the realization.