Summer Waxing Summer Moon
Geez. 63 this morning. I like it, but moving from peak BTU’s per square inch of flesh to late September makes the neck whiplash a bit.
The grandkids arrive today. Sometime this afternoon or evening. We’ve done the usual things: wash the bed linen in the guest bedroom, clean out the detritus that gathers in an empty room, moved furniture, worked on stains in the carpet. We’ve also made a modest start toward kid-proofing the house. Gabe’s a little too young to need much and Ruth seems wise enough to not make us very concerned.
I’m glad to see them come, like the new puppies having Gabe and Ruth in the house will crank up the energy level and remind us of our embeddedness in the next generation. Jon and Jen are good parents and fine friends so it’s a delight to see them come, too.
There is an inevitable upset with the arrival of guests. Routines change. More people need consideration when deciding on something. This can, usually does, create some tension and anxiety on all parties. It is, simply, part of living in community and as part of a family. My introverted personality makes me especially prone and my anticipation about guests gets tamped down as a result. An unfair and unnecessary experience, but I don’t seem able to shake it.
The next few days provide a learning opportunity for me. I’ll report back here.