I’m writing something now (a journal entry) that I will put in my Blog – Provincial View (I have two blogs). I have not written in there for a long time, but there’s something on my mind this evening that I think is beautiful and lovely, and I want to record it, and possibly share it with anyone who wants to read it.
I just finished dropping the girls off at their mom’s after their having spent the past several days with me. This is our Sunday evening routine – take them back to Mom’s at 6:00 PM. It’s always a bit of a challenging time for me, that sudden and precipitous change from loads of activity, stimulus (over-stimulus?), noise, laughs, smiles, and occasional firmness and – as I notice while writing – certainty of my role in life to them being absent.
I can’t help but notice the change unless I’m distracted with some overlapping activity, or doing something to purposefully numb myself. That’s usually not the case, so Sunday evenings tend to have a bit of a melancholy feel to them. I wonder if they sometimes feel a little of that (I don’t show my feeling on this to them, and besides, don’t really have that feeling until a few minutes after I’ve dropped them off)?
Tonight, however, I’m recalling something really special about them that I think I will remember for a long time. At least I hope so, and I know that by writing about it, all the more so will I remember.
