Suddenly, like a tornado descending on an Oklahoma trailer park, all of the kids are home. The house becomes small with their large presence ... each with an agenda that marginalizes those who more recently lived here.
Daughter and her husband are off to a wedding; younger son is planning a pilgrimage to a Mets baseball game; and older son has to get back to college to fulfill the duties of a part-time job tomorrow. Here and gone. Small, howling winds of activity, moving the furniture of a less-active daily life from here to there.
It is hard to remember a time when I was precisely the same ... not at all on the margins.