299. Big Bang 1

When I saw the message I thought something was wrong, or at least unusual. 

'Call me.' It said.

My husband never asks me to give him a call when he is at work. He writes messages that read like this: 'Am free in 20' or 'You can call now' but never a 'Call me' message. Still I was at home with an afternoon off in front of me so I texted back.

'What's wrong?'

I really thought maybe he was just feeling a but lonely in the office or he just wanted a moan at someone who was badly annoying him ...  being a teacher I knew the feeling well and I could sympathise.

The reply came right away with a flash of the screen.

'I am going to resign.'

...

Well. 

I had been feeling a bit bored lately and had mentioned it to my husband who had admitted that he was bored at work now too. I even voiced it when chatting to the neighbours the other day.

'Yes, we're all ok. Everything still the same for everyone! ... Nothing new.'

And as I said it I thought I was tempting fate. Then I became rational again and carried on chatting about kids, work and the weather. Still the wings of a butterfly had been set into motion ... And I seriously wondered: had I tempted fate voicing this aloud in the street outside the privacy of my own home?

Or maybe this drawing Tarot cards all the time had led to this. Chicken or lamb? The cards say chicken! Mark papers or watch a movie? The cards say watch a movie!  This surely was not a healthy way to lead once's life. 

Or something ro do with the stars or the moon? I went to market on Saturday morning and bumped into two old friends and ... both of them announced a desire to change life. One at planning stage and the other already at packing stage, off to the other side of the country! I thought that was very unexpected as both had lived in this area all their life. What was going on? Was everybody going mad just when I was trying to become normal?

All this was going through my head and then I remembered I was on the phone.

'I am going to resign.' My husband said.

'Well.' I said not knowing if I should be sorry or enthusiastic. 'What's happened?'

For the entire following week our topic of conversation while walking the dog was my husband's work. Then, as had been planned months ahead we both set out in our shakedown trip number 1.

Suddenly life was not boring anymore and the flutter of the butterfly wing had turned into a whirlwind of freedom.