In the moments after the lights went out, there was a three-count before the fireflies and crickets struck up a round of applause and then fell back to the serious business of finding husbands and wives before dawn.
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Just a few minutes for stitching because that's all there is now. Life returning to one of purpose outside of self. I'd gotten pretty spoiled and don't want to dwell on how much time I wasted.
Looking at Salem is always a relief from too much color. A pause.
It's only August but Summer seems to be holding her breath. What next? Fresh Hell? Mayhem or...
Sweet peace, gentle water, cloth, thread, children laughing, good music.
A nice buzz, cold lemonade, a good read. A good night's sleep on cool sheets.
I hope you can get some of what you need, wherever you are in this world. Peace and out for a while. Stay safe and strong.
We moved to Georgia from New York in '94. The boys were in elementary and middle school. In all those years, I've never gotten used to the bizarre shift in the school calendar. School ends in May and reconvenes in August. What savages!
This was Charlie's last week of vacation. Virtual school starts next wednesday. At first this county was going to start school like nothing had changed. As the COVID numbers climbed unchecked, they switched to virtual classes. Now, knuckling under to political pressure, in-person classes will start later this month.
I'm about to find out what I am really made of.