Cindy and John McKinnon have welcomed Suzanne and I into their world - where meetings happen only once a year and misplaced-ugly-ass houseboats and weeds are their most distressing rivals - where all conversations revolve around grandkids and travel - where guest rooms in their stoney castle are equipped with robes and quilts and awesome fish pillows - where the fireplace crackles and the pond in back babbles and the hot tub hums and where two people ...who have paid ten times their dues...can share a secret smile on Sunday mornings because they know there will be no more three and a half hour drives back into 205 chaos.
I a
m so selfish, bringing too many bits and pieces of that 205 madness...carrying it with me to some of the only people I know who connect to it directly...or who used to. Shame on me for pulling each frustration out of my baggage and trying to dispose of it here. I picked up those bags because Cindy and John held those heavy awkward things for long enough, and have finally stopped feeling strange from the absence of the weight. They have, alas, embraced the lightness. They are free, and I must stop putting those dreadful things out all over their Stoney Lake world. I will try harder tomorrow...to be a friend ...to show my appreciation ...to share their joy and leave my woes packed tightly back in those effing bags.
Cindy and John McKinnon have welcomed Suzanne and I into their world - where meetings happen only once a year and misplaced-ugly-ass houseboats and weeds are their most distressing rivals - where all conversations revolve around grandkids and travel - where guest rooms in their stoney castle are equipped with robes and quilts and awesome fish pillows - where the fireplace crackles and the pond in back babbles and the hot tub hums and where two people ...who have paid ten times their dues...can share a secret smile on Sunday mornings because they know there will be no more three and a half hour drives back into 205 chaos.
I a
m so selfish, bringing too many bits and pieces of that 205 madness...carrying it with me to some of the only people I know who connect to it directly...or who used to. Shame on me for pulling each frustration out of my baggage and trying to dispose of it here. I picked up those bags because Cindy and John held those heavy awkward things for long enough, and have finally stopped feeling strange from the absence of the weight. They have, alas, embraced the lightness. They are free, and I must stop putting those dreadful things out all over their Stoney Lake world. I will try harder tomorrow...to be a friend ...to show my appreciation ...to share their joy and leave my woes packed tightly back in those effing bags.
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