Thursday, November 11, 2021
A Thursday In November
It hasn't even been a week since this room was finished, and it already feels like it was always this way, meant to be. And yet, it still surprises me. So far, no regrets on the big changes. I need to buy shampoo. And there are towel hooks to put back up. Oh, and I am on the look out for small shelves. No hurry. I love how the water picks up color from the tiles. It looks as though we've added something, something scented, soothing. Maybe should find a bathmat for the floor, too. Nothing with rubber, or that can't be tossed in the wash.
Mike is helping us with electrical/solar issues, which is brilliant. And he took out the old, janky window in William's room. At last William will be able to open and close his windows. This is something we have been working at, little by little, as nearly every window in our house has issues. Soon, Mike will be taking a break. I am so thankful for all that has been accomplished. it's just as I expected, this time is flying by, and as much as I have been mindful, involved, recognzing big and small moments, I only wish it were going to last a little longer, these school days, close to home, sharing. I am sure a lot of parents are reflecting and feeling a peculiar kind of bewilderment, maybe even bitterness, about the wildly strange way these high school years twisted in the midst of a global pandemic. I really don't like to dwell on it, especially because, relatively, we have been safe, insulated, but there have been real losses, disappointments, and struggles, even in our good lives. I feel sad about those things that were lost or hard, unfair. I know: Life is unfair, but I think we have a generation of children, students, that carry a burden, have faced profoundly unprecedented circumstances, and it's leaving a mark, and is worthy of our compassion, concern, care.