August 2023
Photo credit: ( Scott Cain ) "The dock that wasn't" This morning as I lounged on the patio in near perfect summer weather. My mind wondered to other things not in the moment. And I thought about how since leaving in April my room / office had been turned into a junk closet. It was no longer my place. It was now a dim crowded little space that had once been my home. The thought a sad one, was only trumped by the realization that I had moved into that room after Maisie had moved out. I can only imagine how she felt when she returned to see her home no longer had a room for her. There was temporary space for sure. But this place was no longer her home. I understand that now. Could I have done things differently? I don’t know. Had I realized this then, yes I would have. There are a multitude of paths I could have chosen. But each of those is filled with as much unknown as tomorrow. Today she is here and happy, sleeping in the camper until noon or better like a proper teen...