Current situation
The predawn feels like fall. Sunrise grows later and later, and the avian singsong has changed to the chirp of crickets. The air isn't cool yet, but last week's glimpse of it carried a promise of what is shortly to come.
I'm struggling for words. Not because of any big life change, really I don't know why. The routine is back and, strange and new as it is, perhaps it's a bit mundane. Transition to school for the boys, aside from how offended they are to have less screen time, has been fairly seamless. They seem happy in classes and with friends, and are so far keeping up with their work.
The garden is down to just tomatoes, but boy are there ever tomatoes. Sure would like to can spaghetti sauce or something with them. That would definitely be something new, probably hard work, and there's about a one hundred percent chance the boys wouldn't eat it. Yes, we still struggle with food. Hard to believe that eleven years in I still have no clue what to feed these people.
Friday starts high school football season. And to be perfectly honest it is making me so very sad. See, Brandon works with school administration at the home games, so in past years this has been adventure season for the boys and me. Amazing memories together doing whatever we could find - exploring, hiking, all kinds of fun.
Trey will no longer be joining in on our adventures, at least the football Friday ones. He's outgrown them. And who could blame him, really? He'd much rather go walk laps around the football stadium talking with his friends than tromp through the woods with his Mama.
It's so interesting watching him become independent. But there are days when I miss my baby.
It's just a typical late summer. Finishing up projects around the house, enjoying the last of sunlit evenings, getting through homework, sorting through boxes of winter clothes, filling the calendar with weekend after weekend of friendly get-togethers.
Blessed indeed.
I'm struggling for words. Not because of any big life change, really I don't know why. The routine is back and, strange and new as it is, perhaps it's a bit mundane. Transition to school for the boys, aside from how offended they are to have less screen time, has been fairly seamless. They seem happy in classes and with friends, and are so far keeping up with their work.
The garden is down to just tomatoes, but boy are there ever tomatoes. Sure would like to can spaghetti sauce or something with them. That would definitely be something new, probably hard work, and there's about a one hundred percent chance the boys wouldn't eat it. Yes, we still struggle with food. Hard to believe that eleven years in I still have no clue what to feed these people.
Friday starts high school football season. And to be perfectly honest it is making me so very sad. See, Brandon works with school administration at the home games, so in past years this has been adventure season for the boys and me. Amazing memories together doing whatever we could find - exploring, hiking, all kinds of fun.
Trey will no longer be joining in on our adventures, at least the football Friday ones. He's outgrown them. And who could blame him, really? He'd much rather go walk laps around the football stadium talking with his friends than tromp through the woods with his Mama.
It's so interesting watching him become independent. But there are days when I miss my baby.
It's just a typical late summer. Finishing up projects around the house, enjoying the last of sunlit evenings, getting through homework, sorting through boxes of winter clothes, filling the calendar with weekend after weekend of friendly get-togethers.
Blessed indeed.
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