it’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to write: it has been a fairly busy summer so far, but that’s drawing to a close with the kids getting back to school (or in Calcifer’s case, his first day) on Wednesday. Tomorrow is the ice cream social where we learn which teachers they get for the year and who they’ll be seeing, and then it’s a well-oiled machine for the next ten months or so, bam-bam-bam, pick ’em up and drop ’em off, rushing busy to the next day and the next instead of the patchwork quilt of camps and activities during the summer.
A year from now – next summer – what will that bring? There are changes afoot to the independence of my folks that they’re not going to respond positively to. Okay, they’re going to hate having to live in assisted living, but now is the time, or so we’ve managed to convince ourselves, with new dangers seeming to crop up every day, and only a steady decline in function stretching out ahead.