we’re at the junction of messy kitchens and suppers on the porch,
homemade axes and a decades old porch swing,
parts of the house not needing repair and most of it in need,
coffee and shrines complete with cups of milk,
a 100% polyester snap down and big grasshoppers,
hanging skirts and vaseline in the front yard with a playmobil fence stuck in it (?!?!??!?) .
it’s good life. but…
i recognized in myself a desire to leave. jerry pulled in the driveway and i wanted to go. not because it was a hard day, but because i wasn’t looking forward to the rest of the day. with a five minute processing of the truth, we agreed to fake joy and do something together.
this is where we are. and it’s working.