School starts again
Last year for my sweet Alice in high school.. She learned a lot last year because kids are driven that way. She is one of those type of students. It will go well for her. It always does. She is serious about masks and likes to follow rules.
Some might say she is a sheep. I say she is considerate and doesn’t feel like wearing a mask is a big deal. There are worst things to be and it is not going to hinder her education and socialization. She is 18. She is worried about what others think and since she is smarter than most she is assured of her standing.
Olive starts 4th grade. She is in the nerd class. They say she has some untaught skills so she is in higher end 4th grade. Teachers push these students and it is really cool because school is challenging and not boring.
Olive has been a little anxious the last year or so. She is into wearing a mask too. Serious mask wearer and looks down on those who don’t. Of course, children being told they are going to kill someone if they don’t tends to raise anxiety and cause young ones to play it safe.
It is a weird feeling for me. I’m definitely happy for Alice to get this school over with. She has been ready to leave since 10th grade. She has been mature enough too.
Olive is another story. I’m still fun to be around for her. I know that won’t last forever. She is my fishing buddy. She likes to do stuff with me still. This may change after this year.
Pam will be at work and both my girls will be in school. Where will I be? I will be slowly watching my season come to an end. Plants don’t sell well into the fall. I will fish and not catch much. I will be looking back on the business year and think about changes for next year.
The days will get shorter and the nights longer. It will be cold as the sun sets and frosty in the mornings. I will wait. I’ll be thinking a lot and wondering about the meaning of it all. I will contemplate why I do what I do.
Ill read the news and probably watch our country disintegrate further. There is no peace time here. The fight never stops. I love the fight over ideas, but the fight isn’t over ideas anymore and there will only be stalemates.
Maybe I’ll go back to church. I think there is a couple there that can hold me accountable when I get too obstinate. A couple I trust. One couple who I think is intellectual able to talk to me and deserves my respect. More probably deserve it, but I ain’t feeling what most are putting down.
My brother may get sick. My Dad may get grumpier. Maybe I’ll go to see my friends in Oregon. They have always been able to cheer me up and give me perspective. Is it okay to say I want to be with you guys, because you give me hope. Whatever. People know I’m about me anyway.
Days will be shorter and darker and colder. Loneliness will be my brother. I wish the year didn’t always end this way, but it always beckons me to enter the door. I have no where else to go.