Back in May I posted about drawing a big triangle with my car: I drove to Joe's college apartment, we went together to Chicago with his things for his summer internship, and then I drove back home alone. Yesterday I made the same trip in the opposite direction: Chicago, college town, home. He is back in his rental house with his roommates, ready for his junior year to begin.
It's been a couple of week since I posted here, because I took the kids out of town to see family, and then I needed some time to process the trip to see family. I have one particularly difficult relative who has been taking up a lot of space in my head lately. [many thoughts elided here, many many thoughts]
This is the last weekend before classes start, and my yard looks like I hired a lawn service owned by drunken gibbons who took the money and used it to buy more rum, which they then drank in Barbados while my grass got longer and longer. And the laundry situation is somewhat dire, a state of affairs I will need to rectify pronto.
It's a gray and quiet morning here, and I am thinking about the way that life is a strange tangle of fresh starts and old garbage. Today I am choosing to focus on the fresh start strand of that particular tangle, and throw some clothes in the washing machine.
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