A day of sunshine after a drought of grey. I went running. The sun felt black-hot on my body after a while. It was glorious.
A few minutes after I got home my mother showed up and took the kids out to the beach. Both kids. Time in my own home, by myself! Holy shit! A bath. Alone, in quietude. Making coffee. Playing the new Decemberist’s album while sewing. I know it doesn’t sound like much. But still.
The children showed up hours later after Ralph got home and as I was still stitching away. They each had one of those shark grabber toys in one hand while brandishing a giant ice cream cone in the other. My mom had taken them out to lunch, the beach, and some touristy shop full of fun kiddo toys before getting the ice cream.
Now that’s how it’s done. Nicely played, Grandma!
Getting out and about? Swimming, running, walking, soaking up some light and fresh air?
Yeah. This week’s turning out okay.
(Small Stone #19*)
My children’s laughter
Is a constant in my life, these days.
Like glass and sunshine
Bathing the walls inside my home