The Kids' Life

The dog days of summer continue, as the road is hit randomly for yet another weekend away.  This time out of country, toward East Walnut Street's epicenter and some musical hijinks.  

How long ago the reveries of the Europa seem, when you imagined how such weekends could be done in praxis.  Now two trips, home and away, have come and gone, and magically the goal of an equilibrium seems firmly established.  There is a hint of jealousy that remains, and yet is moderated by the certain knowledge that everything is exactly where it needs to be (thanks, Mount Joy).  

Maybe you can dip in and out of that type of life without becoming immersed in it or solely devoted to it, with this new perspective.  Just need to get over that toddler obsession of "mine".  You can see about that rich one year relationship spanning thirty years, or even just three.  Who can say?  I think I see now how it might work, and what it can teach you, and how it could be written.  The survivor news too good upon the return, to act as a bridge from the giddiness of this full moon to the future.  Could it even open the door to Fiji?  Heh.  Imagine.

Otherwise this soon-to-break heat wave means a return to order.  At work, at home, health-wise, etc.  Always the dreams and yet so difficult to execute for prolonged periods.  The Southern Cross will get her exercise this week and next, and then London and Venezia are there to look forward to before the onset of winter, and the last hurrah of the Energy Law class.  From 2010 to 2018 a good run, but the 40th year brings in its new horizons...