Weekend
It remains a shock to my senses to feel the pulse of a mainstream work week. Somewhere around the turn of the millennium when my youngest son (YS) was in HS and no longer needed me to police his school attendance, the days of the week started becoming mere scheduling tools. That transition had time to become normal-for-me between there and the assembling of the crew on this little ship of fools back in August. Intellectually, I have adapted to the return to the mainstream work week but on a sensory level? ? ? Where did my life go? I miss it.
Processing. . . Setting that body of ^it^ aside for now.
We are hosting a barbecue with the family of Big Bro's new friend today. The impromptu plans were made over the porch rail while the friend siezed his moments flying Big Bro's bike down the farm drive. Each of the boys wanted to spend the night at the other boy's house last night and the friend (W) seized his moment while the grown-ups consulted before carrying Big Bro off to his house for his first sleepover at a friend's house. The barbecue will commence when they bring Big Bro home this afternoon. We see what grows. The bonds between the two families are feeling cathartic for all.
I believe I am holding steady this morning. Still stepping small, praying big and holding love sacred. Is it ironic that my dyslexia so often turns "sacred" into "scared?" Sending my I.F. (Inner Frued) back to her cage now. . . I amnae certain, but I believe my I.F. traded in her cocaine snuff tin in for a smart phone. She seems to be wearing a vest with bigger pockets with a newly familiar bulge to accomodate the new addiction.
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Hosting a barbecue today for Big Bro's buddy's really nice of you, arfie. Hope it continues to be cathartic for your two families to bond.
I’m envious of your life in some ways Arf. The only happy and fairly normal times I had were when the kids were young and we did stuff like this.
Every life has points to envy and points to pity. Let me tell you all about how I'd be living the envious points of your life, my Aussie Loo. . . Of course you get to keep all the piteous points. Don't say I never gave you nothing.
Sigh. . . Back here in that confusing time between naps (reality). . .
Yea, the spontaneity of children can normalize life in a landfill with room to play. I find myself wondering if optimism is even more natural to human children than it is to dogs. They can find joy most anywhere and their joy is quite contagious if you let it be.