Someday’s here. I figured that out just a few weeks ago when I was so sick with the flu. I took my grandma’s quilt out of a trunk and laid it on my bed. “Whoa,” I thought, “there’s no ‘someday’. This is it. Nothing and no one to save this for.” I really did think that. I remembered how, when I was sick as a child, my mom had put that quilt on my little girl bed to help me get well.
And…I could easily turn this into pop philosophy with, “But everyday is someday” and “Live each day as if it were your last” and “Sleep under grandma’s quilt NOW. Don’t wait until it’s too late” all that but it’s really not the point when you actually arrive at “someday.”
One side of Someday is the shadow, it is the place where you get a letter from your mother’s best and oldest friend. She is worried because she didn’t get a Christmas card. But you didn’t send a Christmas card because you haven’t gotten one from her in two years, and you really don’t want her son to have to write the note that says, “My mother passed away in 2014” or something like that. You’d spare him that because you grew up with him, and you’ve had to write that note yourself.
And you know, because it is already “someday” that the first thing you need to do is write her a letter and walk it to the Post Office immediately because today is someday.
The other side of Someday is the shimmer. You are in Zürich and you are about to meet the one and only other person in your life who shares your love for the history of the Canton Zürich, a person with whom you can have conversations you can’t have with anyone else. a smart, funny young guy with whom you shared one of the best days of your life — 11 years ago. He’s waiting for you in front of the Grossmünster which is PERFECT. As you get nearer, you see him smiling and your own grin is about to break your face. At the end of the evening his girlfriend says, “Don’t wait another 11 years to come back.” And you know you won’t wait because it’s already someday.