Blue is home. For two days. Both days he's gone off with friends for part of the day. It's how it's supposed to be, I know, but still . . . sigh. Friday he is off to Bellingham for a journalism workshop. More and more, he is off . . .
While he was gone, we bought him a new bed. A LONG bed for his six-foot-three-still-growing self. So, now he needs some long blankets. Dark blue is his favorite color these days. This won't be anything fancy, or it will likely never get done. Just large swaths of fabric stitched together, with something in the middle. He likes his blankets thick and heavy. I find myself looking for things to do for him, even though he's sure he's got it all "handled". (He still hasn't found the money!)
Have I told this story before? I don't know, but I keep thinking of it during these days of Blue's being off to Elsewhere . . . A few days after he was born, stepping out of the shower, I collapsed naked and sobbing onto the floor. K came running in holding newborn Blue, "What's the matter?!" "I just realized that someday one of you is going to die and I will have to bear it!" K, said the perfect thing, "Maybe you'll get lucky and you'll go first?" It got me off the floor.
Time for another dip in the indigo . . . it's keeping me distracted.
