Last week was the week when all good parents take their children to do something vigorous and fun, like skiing, or hiking, or maybe to Disneyland.
Some other year we might do that. But this year, we went to my mother in law’s farmhouse in the San Joaquin valley to help her clear it out in preparation for her move into something much smaller.
This turned out to be far more interesting than we’d expected. For example, the boys now know what a cigarette lighter looks like. And we have acquired some unusual information that might come in handy some day, such as the many, many, many things you will need if you’re going to have proper cocktail parties.
We have heard stories about people long dead, people whose handwriting and pictures and books and dishes and vases are still with us. I have learned that I should probably burn my diaries from college because when I die a grandchild or great-grandchild will learn what a silly person I was when I was in my twenties.
I’ve written about it (our week, I mean, not my diaries) here.
I hope you’ve all been well in the last week. I’ve loved seeing all the writing places you’ve posted and am feeling very inspired about getting back to mine.