Back to Normal

It's been a chaotic two weeks. I highly recommend skipping Junes. They are often unpleasant and frequently out of sorts. Too hot. Too cold. Too messy. Too sad. Not normal.

But this year there was one perk. My son and grandson came home for the first time in years. It was for a sad event, my brother's death. But this year they came home.

And now they have gone, which is normal.

And now I am trying to return to normal, which is ludicrous because I live in Normal. Normal, Illinois, until next month when I will leave Normal and maybe that is when the real normal for this summer will begin.

Although I don't know.

Bestest is off again, but at least we could talk today. That's the other thing about summers. He is so often being rewarded for the excellent scholar that he is and that puts him at Oxford, or in Greece, or at an Honors writing program in monastic settings.

But today we talked and that felt normal.

Strange that I live in Normal and am constantly searching for it.