With a couple of days at home to do many loads of laundry (and order progressive glasses for me because I suddenly started needing to wear my glasses half-way down my nose in the morning before I got my contacts in), we got ourselves unpacked and repacked, ready to enjoy some days at our mountain house with Amy’s bestie and her parents, who are some of our besties. Sarah helped me get groceries, piling our cart high with blueberries, strawberries, and sweet potatoes that were the size of Amy’s head.
It was exceedingly lovely sitting quietly and listening to the wind blowing through the trees, playing games, hanging out with friends, and beaching. On the chilly day we went thrifting and played games. On the warmer days we went to the beach. Sarah expanded her independent abilities, ordering and paying for water ice all by herself at a small beach concession stand. These independent moments were made possible by Carl coaching me to inhibit my normal inclination to go with her.
Sarah recharged her batteries by watching her favorite shows and sitting in the sauna. Amy recharged her batteries by stocking up on nonstop time with her bestie. They developed a variety show of skits that they performed for the parents, full of their usual creativity and hilarity. One of Amy’s favorite games is Taco Cat Goat Cheese Pizza. It is a card game that requires speed and reflexes while messing with your brain because the word you say is not necessarily what is printed on the card. While there was much shrieking involved, no one lost an eye or a limb. Pun Intended is another card game that is more my speed and style, while Peanuts Bingo is Sarah’s favorite and can easily be turned into a water-drinking game so is good for hydrating. Meanwhile, Carl got a bow and arrows and started archery practice.
Overall, things have been and are wonderful. And, if I am to be very honest, I have also been struggling with varying layers of grief all along. It’s sort of like trailing something on my shoe and hoping other people don’t notice. While in theory I am aware that people have been dying and dealing with the grief of death for a very long time, I would also like to assert that it is really not fair and not at all okay for my dad to have died. I would like to speak to the management. The world is just not quite right anymore, and if I could just speak to the management and explain the situation, maybe someone could rectify things. That is all.
Lots of love to all of you.
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