The fuss and mess are done. We are tucked into a corner of the living room…our home away from home, for the next fifteen days. Our mountains of belongings tower over us in every room. The Great Geezer is at work on his side of this little table, and I tap, tap out a poem for whatever next class I attend on this side.
I see you he says pointing to his eyes. We laugh.
I finally talked G into getting help with the big stained glass window yesterday. It was the last piece to come down. “Oh…all I have to do is….” but I knew it was too heavy for him to lower one story down by himself. A new neighbor came, with baby. I held the baby that developed a piercing continual cry until his dad was back down and reaching for him. Daddy separation anxiety indeed.
For me, holding a screaming baby was going to any length to get the window down safely.
Wednesday we will find a way G can work here in the living room while the new windows go in. Only later in the week, when the electricians are here to turn off the power, do we retreat to a cheap Ramada in by the bay right across from one of the best fish restaurants in the city. I’d take a sketch pad but I packed them all.
Life is best if we laugh at it these days.