When they use words like ‘heat dome’ to describe the current weather you know tempers will flare out in public.
Good thing I don’t like the public. 😀
I mean, sure, I like some people… Sometimes. 🙄
Yesterday while editing my work I was distracted by this song:
🎵🎶 Don’t let the sun go down on me (George Michael and Elton John) 🎶🎵
I listened to it a few times and decided I really like the lyrics, and the two men’s voices. Particularly George’s…swoon. (Don’t judge, I’m GenX). His crystal clear vocals are amazingly powerful, and as a duo with Sir Elton… Well. 💕 They both have an amazing ability to engage their audience/listeners.
Had. May Mr. Michael rest in peace forever. 💗
So Friday marked the third day of hanging out at mom’s this week. I got zero writing done today.
The boys arrived just after 10 am and we were going to do something before lunch, but it didn’t work out.
My dad wanted his ashes scattered in a specific spot. The spot is secluded and lovely except during pandemics in July apparently.
So we kept him and went back home.
We had lunch while contemplating a new date to scatter his ashes.
The boys ended up staying for a while after lunch and at one point left to run a couple of errands, taking mom with them. They came back with the hockey boy outfitted with proper fitting gear – new hockey pants. His practices will begin next month and I hope he stops growing because…💲💲💲
After they went home, leaving my girl and I here at mom’s, I once again realized how a slightly larger house has so many benefits, not easily replicated in cramped conditions. I have several places to escape to at mom’s house when the need to be alone arises (fairly often for me) but so do the other occupants.
I had a piece of chocolate after lunch and immediately crashed, so I escaped into the bedroom for a 30 minute nap. I woke up to scroll some twitter and you know what I saw?
A heck of a lot of baseball tweets. MLB is back! Tonight! The Blue Jays are playing Tampa. 😛
Then I came to this spot to have a glass of wine.
Mom was puttering on her laptop, in the kitchen and elsewhere, and the tween girl was plugged into her music and sketching on her pad in the living room.
This degree of separation isn’t possible at my house…but here, there are still empty spaces in this medium-sized suburban house.
I marvel at the differences and simultaneously feel guilty for complaining.
How this pandemic will unfold if it drags on much longer for people who are stuck in small apartments, with kids…My heart aches for those families.
I understand on some level. I grew up in an apartment. And in Switzerland during the 1970s, apartment life with kids was hard. Mom, who shielded most of her stress from us, suffered a lot during that time. I know this now – I didn’t know this then. My childhood was rather idyllic, despite the apartment living conditions.
Today, I have the best of both worlds. I have a house, small as it is, and an escape place at mom’s 30 minutes away
The pandemic, annoying as some of its disruptions have been, has given us time to slow down and increase our flexibility. I spend 2-3 days a week living away from home, and…we have all adjusted.
It’s…strange. But maybe, this is a good thing.
Hello weekend! Tell me what your plans are. We are watching Major League Baseball on tv…finally! It didn’t really feel like summer without the Toronto Blue Jays. 🙂