Aidan is asleep. He’s on college time. The other two are with their dad. It’s his time.
I’ve installed the ceiling. Looks good. Stained the crown moulding. Doing it all. Stained the shelving. Long overdue. I cleaned and repaired the espresso machine; attempted the same with the waffle iron – but that’s hopeless. It’s a frantic busyness. There’s been a lot of that. Just keep swimming – just keep swimming – and maybe I won’t drown.
It’s Memorial Day. Supposed to be a day of remembrance for those who served in the armed forces. That would be my dad. I remember him. Then I think about my mom and how does she feel after losing him; after fifty years of marriage? I wonder if she sleeps on just one side of the bed still?