Melancholy

There once was a girl from Fort Wayne,
Who was widely considered insane.
She would sit in her bed,
With her needle and thread,
Stitching white clouds to very dark rain.

If you are thinking this is some sort of riddle regarding the weather and subsequent emotion I felt while driving through Fort Wayne, Indiana today…you wouldn’t really be right. I did drive through Fort Wayne, but there wasn’t any rain, insanity or anything beyond my little mind coming up with a rhyme. I guess there’s some insanity in it, but nothing certifiable. I really thought it would be fun to have the character of the Limerick sitting in the bed stitching her long skirt to the bed covers but I couldn’t work the rhyme out. Isn’t that an odd picture though? I like it for some reason.

I am in Michigan at my dad’s house with my three little boys and no one else is here. Dad is in Oklahoma…actually Kansas as I type this…and on his way back home. I came for my niece’s high school graduation. It was sort of last minute as I never got an invitation and didn’t know when it was or whether she wanted me to come. When I found out the invitation was simply misdirected I looked at the calendar and decided it wasn’t impossible to make the drive.

Kris didn’t object and will probably take advantage of the quiet to get some extra work done that has been irritating the back of his mind. He’s been so very busy.

So we’ve spent a long day on the road and thankfully a mostly* uneventful drive has landed us in the quiet center of nowhere. I like it here.

The boys are enjoying it and once I clean them up a little after playing in the dirt outside I’ll put them to bed and enjoy a little loneliness until Joel gets home.

Jessica (my niece) is graduating on Sunday and has an open house/party tomorrow afternoon. I’ll be going to the open house but I don’t think I’ll go to the actual graduation unless someone is willing to help me with the boys. I am not going to try to keep three little boys quiet and still on gymnasium bleachers during graduation speeches.

The western sun just lit up the backyard a bit before going into hiding. There’s a nice glow in streaks between the shadows of the trees. The red barn looks a little redder and the rows of corn look a little more distinct out in the garden. The robins are out wandering through the yard with worms fat enough to see hanging from their beaks 50 yards away. The calves are pacing between the barn and their water trough and the there is just enough breeze to keep things looking very much alive. Yes…I like it here.

*Before I was 5 miles from our neighborhood I attempted to take in a swallow of coffee, only to find that I must have inhaled at the same time and had that I can’t breath, I can’t swallow, I am about to explode thing happen. Yeah…coffee all over my lap, steering wheel, hands and a few splatters on the panel, CD’s and other items I like to have at hands reach. I was able to wipe it all up with Aron’s wipes and actually changed my pants in the parking lot of the Hermitage McDonalds. Don’t tell.