This weekend, while reading a combination of Liz Phair’s review of “Life” — the new Keith Richards memoir, and an article about how Catholicism is reinvesting in the practice of Exorcism, I was conveniently distracted by Will. As a professional soon to be 3-year old, Will has perfected the art of attention — whether it’s suddenly acting badly, as if he can’t control the impulse to just do SOMETHING… or making broad statements that might make sense if we strung the words together differently — or, simply by being cute and cracking himself up by saying “Dunkin’ Donuts” over and over again in an extremely deep voice — because, obviously, WHAT could be funnier? And while my mind was talking to me in a cockney accent, thanks to Keith & Liz… still discussing the articles on “Life” and the reemergence of Exorcisms — Will turned to me and very plainly said, “Mommy, you are a possibility”.

And with that knowledge… coming from someone who is so young and yet just so smart that he might know what he’s talking about… I thanked him. Because, who knows where to go with a statement like that… it just opens up so many possible takes that it’s almost dizzying to think that it came out of the mouth of such a young brain. “You are a Possibility”.

But whatever, I know. I don’t rely too much on what Will says to me when leaning philosophical… I am fully aware that in most scenarios I am probably not a possibility. I will most likely never be a candidate for an Exorcism… or Keith Richards (for that matter). And I already know that I’m never going to be caught in a Chilean mine — as previously stated. But I do really appreciate the idea behind being a possibility — and if it’s in the mind of Will, then let it be so… I mean — the jury is still out on science, right? And, just a side note (because you can tell that this article had no effect on me whatsoever)  if you were granted an Exorcism between 1614 and when the guidelines for recommending an exorcism were updated in 1999, I highly recommend medical attention…. Not to worry, I’m Catholic — I will allow it.

And with so many choices and possible routes to take with our weekend, we decided against going anywhere at all — instead we appreciated the weather, watched leaves fall and let whatever happens, happen. I know — just who do we think we are?

While in the realm of all things possible, we decided to go completely nuts and waited for anything. And almost beyond being predictable, nothing really happened… We cleaned up the yard… hung around outdoors… listened to Will wax poetic on all things leaf removal and the constant debate on why we were not putting on our bathing suits and going to the beach…

Because, as crazy as we are… the possibilities of beach weather are officially months away…

But, not unlike Keith Richards, who “For many years I slept, on average, twice a week. This means that I have been conscious for at least three lifetimes.” — A statement that makes me so tired that I want to go to bed right now and sleep until next Tuesday… I consider ourselves lucky to not have very much going on at the moment. Despite my new rockstar status as a “possibility”.