…. What day? What time?
My daughter — finally almost 15 and ready to get a driver’s permit — is marooned in closed-for-now-DMV land. Maybe in June? Meanwhile, DMV employees answer phones for unemployment questions.
Around a campfire in the evening, I step back in the house for a sweater and stand in our dining room. As the days grow longer, I’m losing track of time in the evenings, too. Many years ago, with little children, I was rigorous about bedtime. Now, we simply wear down and go to bed. It’s not all bad, but it comes as a surprise to me, this unmooring. Not at all like a vacation, our world grinds slower and slower, rooting us down into each day.
What will today bring?
On this day — I’m certain this is Sunday — that began with such a rosy sunrise, I’m hopeful for sunlight and gardening. Grape hyacinths are blooming.
Photo by Gabriela Stanciu.
Stony Soil Vermont 
Here in Oregon the DMV is also closed. My teen stepson cannot take Drivers Ed. He was excited to come to the store with me. Strange times indeed,
Does change the relationship with teens, for sure….
I love my teens, but whenever I think about having another child it’s not “oh I wish I had another teenager!”. But I have two at home and one on the verge so I not lacking teen angst at the moment. They will surprise you with their moments of breakthrough however.
Such a striking photo by a talented photographer. So many ‘see’ without honoring that which is seen. Your post resonates with the truth of life in this slowed down world.
Thank for the compliment for my daughter!