|She's headed back to school. I miss her already.|
|They'll be well hydrated with cranberry juice.|
|He introduced us to his pet hedgehog.|
|One photo of the crew for the road.|
And now she's gone again, my sweet girl, driving back to school with her friends. She has several friend groups, this child. They are of all descriptions and she mixes them happily together. She's having a very good year so far, socially and academically, and may it continue thus. Here in the city, my husband and son are quietly reading and watching football, the house serene after the hubbub of the weekend. My husband's cousin from Barbados and his wife and in laws visited with us last night, and it was wonderful to reconnect and for our kids to get to know another branch of the family.
Meanwhile, a few states away, my niece has been moved from the community hospital to a larger research hospital where they are better equipped to perform certain tests she needs. The ordeal continues. But at least the doctors seem to be on the case at last. My cousin feels much better about the new medical center, where the doctor greeted them on arrival and sat with them explaining what was to come. We live in parallel universes, so many life stories playing out at once, and sometimes the parallel lines grow so close together they seem to run as one. That is where I exist right now.
A new week starts tomorrow. My work life feels completely unresolved. I am starting to feel the seductive call of predictability, a hankering for something certain. I am not really in financial straits yet so why do I feel so insecure? My wonderful accountant has arranged for me to meet with his financial planner, so I can properly assess my circumstances. I am not very good with that which is unresolved. Perhaps that is the lesson of this passage I'm in. Is it foolhardy to simply trust that everything will turn out okay?