Allow me this frivolous empty-headed meditation on the empty nester in summer.
It is summer, and the heat makes me lose more than a few IQ points. Summer also means that my kids, not quite children but not quite adults, (though technically they can vote and sign documents, but that’s another thing) come and go. I frankly don’t know from one day to the next “who’s for dinner.”
When they were really kids, and really lived here, it was “what’s for dinner.” Things change. But only slightly.
One thing that hasn’t changed is the notion that Mom can be interrupted at any time, because she is, y’know, MOM.
Not conducive to meditation, drafting, or any task that requires earnest focus. Heat doesn’t help, either.
In other words, these days should be cherished and respected for what they are good for.
And taking a brain break.