The nest is temporarily empty
Tonight is the first time in, well, ever that all three of the sons are out to parties. Not together, although that happens, but it is the first time that our youngest has decided he also merits a social life. Within months it will seem pretty mundane, but for now I’m in a novel situation. The phone will probably ring before the evening goes much further, since I also run an answering service. Parents do what they can.
I’d be wrong to use a statement like “It seems like yesterday…”, with the usual parental tone. It seems like a lifetime ago that the first tiny person came home from a hospital and we were on duty, 24-7. A lot of bathwater down the drain since then. Now we’re preparing mentally for the first one to move away. All things must pass.
The local version of MTV is presenting a “Songs that have been covered” program, and I’m hearing music going back to my days in junior high. “Crimson and Clover”, through the eyes of several artists. Who knew? Not every cover deserves a salute (other than something perfectly rude), but good music does have a way of getting revisited. Mozart and “Twinkle Twinkle”.
Another long weekend is underway. Less than ideal weather on tap. The price of gas is floating at the “dollar a litre” mark again, after a reasonable springtime. I could see if the barbecue has any explosive or incendiary power, but a burnt steak just doesn’t interest me right now. Two days of drill and fill do that. Instead, it will be a chance to lower the laundry piles and prepare for my return to cubicle on Tuesday.
