Oops. Again
Originally published on July 11, 2017I lost a week's worth of writing, the first week's in fact. The hours spent at the picnic table with my sea green laptop working through anxiety and growth and reflection.
Bye.
It took me a month to want to sit back down.
Hello, here we are. Back at the tea table. (A plastic folding 6 foot yard table covered for the most part in a cotton table cloth printed with goofy retro squirrels and squiggle trees in a nice palette of rust, mustard, sage, grass, and aquamarine - those were colors not stains - which coincidentally overlaps the main color scheme of the dual sets of overstuffed armchair couches in giant floral patterns. One rust with sage and lavender, and the other sage with rust and scarlet flowers. Thanks Anette and Janice.
Its really starting to feel like a home, our home. The unmade fold out sofa bed in the rec room which has transitioned into our bedroom for the interim while we make longer the necessary drives more often than required to make this happen with enough time to lounge around for an hour every few days and remember why were doing all of this. For our little family of furry shadow muppets and each other. Watching Married with Children for the first time ever at 2:30 in the morning on syndication with a big bowl of bolognase in my lap is kind of perfect.
