Working Days

At my desk this morning, I realized all three of us are working this week — myself and my older daughter, and the younger sister now, too. At 14, she’s a junior counselor in a camp for a week — a take-it-seriously kind of kid, paired up with a friend she’s known her entire life.

Sure, learning to talk and walk are major milestones, but this? This employment thing turns a bend. Next week, she’ll be back to Kid Land, searching for something to do, and not particularly looking to me for anything, save for a ride and a restock of the larder. But still. For this week? Wow. I’m not quite sure what to think of this.

Grown ups are complicated creatures, full of quirks and secrets.

Roald Dahl


Our domestic July world

4 thoughts on “Working Days

  1. Quite a milestone. Celebrate with this “work tanka”:
    tucked away
    inside the gray metal drawer
    of the desk
    of a middle manager:
    a book about angels
    -Laura Maffei

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