This was dinner tonight. Living room, take-out burgers, fries,extra thick pb&choco shakes, cardboard picnic pallets and some family TV viewing.
Do you see the trail of milkshake from cup to child?
Yes, that is why we have the pallets.
Of course the pallets are really boxes.
Boxes that I should be packing.
But I am not packing the boxes due to a little hiccup called “buyer backs out.”
Yup, no lie. It is what it is.
So back to square one. Back to fixing all things we didn’t bother with for three weeks.
Back to trying to figure out to be present in the waiting.
Back to trying to find some sort of normal in this in-between.
Giant hamburgers and the best milkshakes money can buy help with this.
As do simple routines. Like watching our Monday night show during Tuesday night’s dinner.
The rest we will figure out as we go along.
Together. Because city or country, home is where the four of us are together (and where the milkshakes are plentiful, lets be honest.)