Relative Something

I’m trying to remember why the last thing that I can remember is still waiting to be remembered when it has already been remembered, in fact, being the last thing I remember, it should fall under the category of things remembered, but I don’t remember why. Don’t bother trying to understand that. It doesn’t have any value whatsoever toward contributing to the bettering of the world around us. It’s as if there is steam built up and suddenly it gets vented into the atmosphere, but with no appreciable work being done by the energy.

The boy is home safe and sound, the house is filled with young adults and there are shoes all over the place in the front hall. We have returned to the mode of not ever really knowing if the house is shut down for the night. Suddenly I won’t be turning out all the lights and shutting doors and windows before I head to bed for the night. And now we never really know if it is getting done by anyone else after we’ve gone to sleep. In the morning I usually find myself doing a lot of that chore, often just a short time after kids have finally dispersed. 5 a.m. becomes our crossing point as they give in and seek some sleep and I’m just getting up.

It has been a relatively productive weekend, especially if I get to count testing the hammock on Saturday afternoon. It works perfect. Garden is making progress and the pile of dirt in our driveway is down to a very manageable size. I guess it’s time to get back to work for a week. Oh joy. Happy Monday.

Happy June!