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Half-Empty Nest
Yeah, so another big step in getting old is watching your kids move out and get on with their lives.
Homeschool
Rest assured, we still have two at home who have to complete their high school degrees. That starts tomorrow for Allan and Dorothy. We’ve got the software installed and the lesson books and materials all ready. Kelly has the schedule all sorted out. Time to get back in the groove, kiddos…
Dorm Life
So, Connor has moved into his college apartment with three other guys and Emmeline will soon be transferring to her grandparents’ house due to its proximity to school.
The rational ones have left the building. More power to them, though.
They’ll be back periodically to visit, but they have the work of getting on with their lives to attend to.
Full of Empty Space
Our life is full of empty space. ~Umberto Eco
I started reading Umberto Eco’s book Foucault’s Pendulum back in 1989. Still not done with it. Funny how life gets in the way.
Despite the vast expanses of space between the atoms in our body and the stars in the night sky, it’s funny how something as trivial as reading a book (or at least meaning to finish doing so) can keep decades threaded together as tightly as the wrinkles between the eye-holes on a moccasin.
There are so many things that seem to be so ridiculously distant in the past (like the last time I tried reading Foucault’s Pendulum) and yet they feel like they were only yesterday.
That’s not the only thing that’s been dragging on for decades. I’ve been trying to complete a novel for ages and ages. Somehow, it just won’t come together for me. Weird. The things we want the most dash away so fast as we approach them.
It’s not even a matter of time, it’s just that somehow my desire for a given outcome seems to give it a like charge of magnetism which causes it to rush away as I approach it. It’s damned annoying.
You won’t be surprised to learn that my ankle still hurts. Figured I wouldn’t leave that unsaid.