At some point during the afternoon I forgot what day it was. I wasn’t alone. Later one of my kids approached me and swore it was Saturday, and as such we ought to be at my partners house hanging out instead of at our other house, chillin. He was, obviously, wrong. Still he was right in the sense that the days did not hold the same meaning. He lacked the responsibilities of school and practice and sporting events to ground his reality to a regularly scheduled calendar. We’ve existed as such for so long that it is odd to be any other way. Yet, here we are. It is the other way and I am struggling to find my balance, my mooring, and, occasionally, my drive.
This is not to say I have no drive. I have that drive I always get at home–which is to improve the home and to work on those ‘daddy do’ items that have stacked up in the far forgotten corners of my mind only to be awakened as the nightmares that exist in the shadows carved from the loss of light in children’s rooms and sometimes minds. My nightmares are carved from hard water and a lack of understanding of plumbing. Nightmarish indeed. Today I broke a sink trying to fix it.
Today I stared at a pile of unread books and considered a better tomorrow.
Some Thoughts:
- In this nightmarish time I am awakened to the possibility of more time to do my taxes, to explore my home and figure out what few things I will take when I go.
- I have time to prepare for my busy fall season.
- I have a chance to write–both what is due and what I want to do.
- I have a chance to pursue micro-fiction.
- And video games.
- And sip tea as I stare out across the empty streets and smile.
- I wonder if people are watching the Walking Dead and gathering ideas?