I have wondered what I could write, but the solitude weighs on my mind and body and I find myself not doing what I should. This blog being one of the things I have let slide.
I have been mowing the lawn, changing the hose, and working sporadically on a quilt. I’ve kept the house up, although I need to do last minute spiffing up to erase all evidence that I am living here. Nothing on the counter. All my stuff that I scatter in the day cleared. Dusting and sweeping. We had some one look yesterday. I am hopeful.
When I am in Idaho, Colorado is far from my focus and thoughts. When I am in Colorado, I miss what I left in Idaho. Starting the middle of the month, I will be back to full time employment and sneaking away to visit Boaz and Craig will be harder to do.
Today we all theee are physically scattered across the eastern states. I am in Colorado. Craig is in Idaho. And Boaz is in California.
Craig took this to send to me from Montana.
He is super excited to go and visit his besties. His people. The ones we took him away from a year ago. Although he has been very adult about our decision and has not acted out or pouted. He has soldiered on with our somewhat gypsy lifestyle.
We send pictures through texts.
I sent these on Wednesday.
The college exists in a truce with the local wildlife, as long as we humans are wise and careful.
Just hanging out in the heat of the day.
A way to get around campus. Normally I walk and enjoy the excersize. But I knew Craig would love thinking that I got to drive the gold cart.
I get pictures like these:
On the river.
Getting ready for the river.
And when I am there, I take pictures like these:
He goes wherever we take him and is happy.
He loves the mountains, lakes, and rivers.
He loves his dog and the dog has so many firsts. She loves her boy.
Looking for possible fishing holes.
And of course I look for the flowers along the way.
Transition time is awkward and hopeful and sad and happy. All the feels, as Josh would say.
1 comment:
Oh! My friend! I wish your scattered pieces to be gathered soon. How glad I am that you have a loving reunion to look forward to . . . but I know it must be so hard to be in pieces right now.
You're in my heart and in my prayers!
You can call me, you know. If you're lonely, and your men aren't available to talk. After 3 (my time) is when I'm likely to be sitting in a chair supervising water play for my young ones. I can talk and watch at the same time.
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