All at once, Marty was leaving to go to Sadie's to watch wrestling on TV, Kirby is at a Magic tournament, Keith is in Moriarty at an SCA event (indoors, feast, luckily) and I was out trenching the house because it's raining hard. A dirt pathway that used to be a little arroyo needed to be an arroyo again. The water was getting deep near Marty's window (his room's half underground). I got that flowing and came in to see what Holly was doing. I heard her in the shower singing "One Song Glory" with her strong, happy voice.
I LOVE THAT! I love it when we're each doing something energetic and useful. Nobody's bored. Nobody's wishing for another's moment or project. Everyone's happy to hear about what everyone else has seen and heard. I liked the simultaneous images of everyone doing something he or she had chosen and was enjoying.
Marty took my van because the windshield wipers weren't working on Keith's car. Keith's in the really-old truck, but I'm sure he'll be okay.
Today I cleaned the hot tub and fired it up, not knowing the rain was coming. Holly was watching TV and came out and said "The weather report says..." and it started raining wildly before she could finish. Cute. Before that, we had watched The Village for the first time. It wasn't as scary as we were afraid it would be. We were talking about other M. Night Shyamalan movies she might want to see. I used to warn her off of Unbreakable when she was younger, but she's probably old enough now to handle it. Without knowing we had had that conversation, Marty said he wanted one of those "Security" slickers that Bruce Willis wore in Unbreakable. (He was running up to see the big drainage ditch that's a block and a half from here, and was dressed nicely.) Raincoats and umbrellas aren't common in New Mexico. They're kids' toys, pretty much.
Today a mostly-unscheduled Saturday was rich in experiences and connections.
2 comments:
It was a cool realization that so much was going on at the same moment, but our lives are going as they are because we've consciously worked at it.
I guess it's lucky for our kids that Keith and I made the decision to provide them such a nest (and ourselves in the process, though we didn't know that would be a byproduct of the whole unschooling deal)!
All of our days are good days. Sometimes there are bad moments, or bad few-hours. Sometimes there's a fantastic moment worth writing about.
Sounds like fun. Wrestling, magic and stuff its all good. Did you find any thing else to do that day?
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